That airy chuckle in the back of her throat as he tells her another joke, that’s real. That’s something beautiful. She’s laughing again after darkness shrouded every inch of her and took that light hearted laugh with it. It’s amazing that he’s making her laugh, it’s amazing, it truly is beautiful. She’s happy. And thank goodness, thank heaven, thank GOD she is. She deserves that happiness more than anything else. If fate is kind, that happiness will never falter and, of course that’s what she deserves. But when she’s laughing with him, does she ever wonder what HE’S doing then? Does HIS image cross her mind ever, in the morning or long after everyone else has gone to sleep? Does her new happiness ever overtake her and as she’s breathing that cold breath of relief does she ever think about what could have been. I do constantly.