Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

Live in the present. Her wonder glossed over his slip of language, and she was thoughtful as she leaned against him. She'd always lived in the grip of her memories; chasing the past, fleeing it, fearing it, grieving it. Everything was different now. Reverie felt that anything was possible, and maybe — maybe she could learn to live in the present.
Her fear of the future, after all, felt more like another grasping tendril of what she'd left behind. When she'd spoken so thoughtlessly to Lestan, all she could feel was what she'd lost. What they were and would become, she thought now, did not need to be tied to her past. But... Oh, I hope I haven't ruined everything, She breathed, thinking again of how foolish she'd been. She didn't think to explain to Gunnar; she'd forgotten about him entirely, though she took comfort in the easy affection of him grooming her ears.