"And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her."

This was written for the Storytelling Collective's Flash Fiction February challenge 2024, with the prompt: "And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her." (a Tolkien quote).
I don't know if this scene fits the prompt entirely but I really wanted to write these two since I haven't been able to start my fic about them and Will yet. I'm not sure if this is how it'll go down in that fic, but it feels nice to have at least written a little something with them.

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It wasn't when Emily died that JJ realized it. It wasn't when she was revived either, nor when the decision was made to keep that truth a secret. It wasn't when JJ stood face to face with her colleagues and grieved a grief so different from their, so much lighter and dirtier. It wasn't then that she realized it, and it wasn't even when she saw Emily sitting outside that café in Paris, looking so different and so much the same.

It was moments later, when Emily got up and left her behind at the table with the untouched glass of wine, that JJ realized that she didn't love her like a sister. That she didn't love her like a friend. That she just, simply, loved her.

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