Ana looked up at him, listening to his words. She could feel her lip quivering and had to look away as she took full notice of what he was saying. But it wasn't even a moment later that Ana had swung her arms around him, pressing her face to his neck, embracing him as though she was clinging to life itself. She felt the tears in her eyes, but closed them as though to hide them from him.
"I've loved you for a long time, Florian." She whispered into the fabric of his shirt. "I think I forgot that I first loved you as a close friend, and now the thoughts of you are fogged with uncertainty of us together. But I think you're right...we're perhaps not right together. But that doesn't mean I should continue to cling to our memories like this - and it's not that I want those memories to die, but...I just...need to make room for new memories..."
pulling back, she sniffed, unable to hide the tears on her cheeks which she abruptly wiped away with her sleeve.
"Seeing Marlowe just...I felt like I was back in that place. I was afraid, and scared and...I realise now that I didn't come back because I missed our relationship, but I miss what I used to be. I feel at times I've gone backwards...or perhaps now, I am just more aware of my ignorance and wrongdoings, and it hurts that I can't right those wrongs now. I can't take back my words, and I can't pick you over my father, and I can't emphasise the things I felt - because none of it helps. None of it will bring you or me peace; we will always feel this unresolved ending between us..."
She looked back at him, swallowing thickly.
"Or maybe this is our ending. Maybe this is finally the moment we give it the burial it deserves so that we can finally move on and be happy." She took a long breath, bringing her hands to his face and pressing her forehead to his. She steadied her breathing, trying to formulate her words. "When we were together, in this very home, dancing in your bedroom before you had to go to work, I was so certain this was it. That you was it. And maybe you are...but not in this life. Perhaps we will be together when we die. Perhaps not. But no matter what, no matter what arguments we had, you were loved. I still love you, I'm still in love with you, Florian."
She allowed her hands to drop, and she pulled back once again, her eyes averted. She shouldn't have said that, and in the past, she had quickly rebutted the words to try and recover for Levi's sake. But she let them hang in the air, along with her dignity.