" Fireflies rose around us, pulsing slowly. At first there were only two or three, but then more began to hang heavy in the air. They were yellow-green, and I wondered how this could be real. Here. Now. This moment. How I ever could have forgotten this.

Forgotten him.

It had to have been the strongest magic the world had ever known.

That was the only way I’d have ever left his side. "

― T.J. Klune , Heartsong (Green Creek, #3)