Emma closed her eyes and smiled, envisioning Bright's angelic past self that made her fall in love.
"I wouldn't even dare to ask God for a miracle like you to happen in my life. When I recall the idealized image of you with perfect kindness in my mind...
…
it would come true with you."
…
Bright remained silent, absorbing Emma's words that summoned memories of their once-cherished past.
Emma opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Bright's. "But that angelic image shattered, Bright, and I had to pick up the pieces of my own broken heart. Now, here we are, two flawed and more mature individuals facing the echoes of our past."
"Of course, I am at fault. You're just a regular human being, Bright. Behind the mask of physical perfection, with a face as angelic as can be, and your behavior without fault, you are only human," Emma said, letting tears of release fall, shedding her hatred for Bright.