On the existence of love...

During her visits we did our best to reveal all we could, well aware of the penalty that such actions entailed.   I always accompanied her in the Hall to protect her, to the extent that my new supernatural capabilities would allow. Our home was open to visitors during this time and though these areas were safe architecturally, many other dangers lurked within its walls.  Her presence was not welcome by all; some of my kind and even a few humans.   She was a foreigner after all and her many questions made them uneasy. And the woman perceived this. The smile on her face could not hide the sadness in her eyes.  She suffered greatly too, in silence. This worried me, for I feared she might abandon our noble purpose.  She was standing at the edge of an abyss of doubt.  And yet, I trusted in her to turn her back on this apprehension and not on us.  I knew that this was asking too much of her noble heart just as I knew she was the one.  I had always known this, for there is no greater instinct than the heart.  And never is there a worthier cause than love. Her faith in love was admirable, though she had never known it.  But she believed in love as much as she believed in ghosts. There are things in this world that cannot be seen with the eyes, but only with the heart. Invisible as they may be, their existence cannot be denied.