Annis stared up a Micah, defiant. She and Cohen had spent the day in the basement, both of them curled up on the small bed together. Her thoughts had swirled at what he had said earlier, and her heart swelled. He didn’t hate her; however, it irritated her that he was so hard on himself. Of course keeping a vow was important, but sometimes circumstance didn’t allow for vows to be honored. She imagined being in a place for a length of time all alone. If one were used to having physical companionship, she imagined it would be so difficult to go through day after day and night after night of loneliness. At some point, something would have to break and one would reach out for someone to hold on to. She had thought of her lonely existence. No, she’d never been in love before and ached for it. Perhaps that was why she latched on to Blake so quickly. He was kind to her and accepting, and at the end of the day, didn’t we all just want to be loved? Yes, they cared for each other, but it wasn’t the feelings of lovers, of that she was certain.
