And so Lyl finally discusses some of her past with a person she has learned to trust; someone she admits gratefully to that she had not tried to force a friendship with, and yet, they are true friends. Lyl was worried that if someone saw her for the whole of what she was, that if she presented herself as being from a people she was ashamed of instead of an adopted people she was mostly proud to be part of, that others would reject her as readily as she had rejected her birthright.
But, a real friend is not so judgmental. A real friend takes the one thing you say out of paragraphs that shines as a resolvable regret, and helps you achieve what you had always felt you couldn't.
Lyl has also finally figured out that a lover and a friend can be very different people, and that just having physical interactions does not mean, no matter how enjoyable those interactions might be, that you will end up living together for the rest of your lives.
My book, my copywrite :)
