Day Three hundred and eight - Diving with your hands bound (nearly flying)

And Jo was so ready for everything to be over, for the pain, for the loneliness, for the notion that one day she's going to run into him and he'll be with someone else, and he'll be happy again, that when they spoke that day she barely heard what he said. She nodded in agreement, though as to what she could not precisely say. He was crying, and she was crying, and then came silence. This is it. This is it. This is it. This is it. The end was always coming and now it's here. And she tells Jake he's finally free of her, she's giving him what he wants. He asks her if this is what she wants. It's not, and if there was ever a time to say so, it's now, but she just says that she understands why he wants to leave, though Jake had never said anything of the sort. He's lost amidst a sea of tears, their tears are becoming a sea, an ocean of noise. 'But I need, Jake, to tell you that I love you, it never rests.', she says, she finally says, and the love that had never ever gone from them blooms once more. They sleep together again that night, and all nights afterwards. They are each other's home, being with Jake was like returning to that 'cloudless day in June, when the ditches were creamy with meadowsweet and the air heavy with all the scents of summer.', it was like walking back into Satis House once more, or being the light that brought life to Thornfield Hall after years of gloom. It was Elvenhome, Lyonesse and Hy-Brazil, the promised land that was theirs alone, and that they almost let slip from their hands.