The more intense a moment is, the stronger the emotions contained within it are, the shorter it tends to last. Like a candle burning brightly at both ends, the surge of feelings in Jocelynn's heart slowly faded after Ollie left, leaving Jocelynn feeling weak and wrung out like a rag hanging limply in her sister's embrace.
"I'm sorry," Jocelynn said, pulling back from Ashlynn and blotting the tears from her eyes. "I, I shouldn't have… I just…."
"Hush," Ashlynn interrupted gently, placing a finger on Jocelynn's lips.
Ashlynn had her own storm to weather, and just standing there with Jocelynn in her arms had both soothed and tormented her own anguished heart. At times, her arms wanted to squeeze her sister tight, and worlds bubbled up in her throat, ready to promise that she'd never let her go.
