Amy nodded to Kris, but held up a finger. "One minute." She stopped, her footsteps echoing into silence. She reached out as he continued to walk, and grabbed his sleeve, turning him around.
"Ryan," she said, with a smile that shone through the darkness. She reached upward with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair, the same way her mother had done to her when she was upset. Before the accident, before her mother's fingers had grown cold.
She sighed lightly, tilting her head. "I've learned more about myself today, with you, than anyone has ever told me. Why should you be sorry? Besides; I've met some pretty incredible people on the way."
Her smile faded, and she leaned closely toward Ryan, her bright eyes open and rather calming. "Why should you be sorry...?" Her voice had dimmed to a whisper without her realizing it.
At that moment, a second puff of a golden cloud rose from her throat, illuminating the surprise on her face. She then smiled, watching the cloud float to the ceiling and disappear. After a long pause, she beamed at Ryan, and continued to walk toward Kris.
She turned as she walked, moving backwards to smile at Ryan as she moved further and further away towards Kris, almost teasingly. "Why would you ever possibly feel sorry?"