"I'm not sure I can do that," she whispered, a lump coming into her throat. "I want to be with you, but I'm not sure I'm strong enough to return to Adela." It was almost enough to make her weep again, and she turned her face into him, not crying, but fighting it.
It was the truth. But she was well aware that if she didn't at least try, she might never see him again. She would have to try, if not for herself, then for him.
"As I said, I'm not sure I'm strong enough. What if it's too soon and I can't handle being back where I once lived? But I'd be willing to try. I really would. Only...when it gets difficult...I may need your help to breathe." She knew it would be difficult to live near where her family had been, but if he was there, holding her and consoling her, she wouldn't mind so much.
If she was feeling all this pain, though, what must he feel, as her love, knowing he had caused her greatest sorrow? For Celine, it was unimaginable. She wondered if there was anything she could do to help him in return.