"Why wouldn't she?" Maya asked harshly, still rubbing at her eyes. Even she wasn't expecting such an outburst. "I would be too, if all someone I cared about did was mope and blame themselves for my death. In fact, I'd haunt their sorry butt until I could actually punch 'em in the face and tell them to get over it already!"

"I completely understand missing the deceased," Maya said, more softly this time. "But I had to learn that you can never truly heal until you move on. It doesn't mean you can't be happy anymore." She paused, letting out a sigh. "But you've also gotta remember Cecille, and you gotta remind her that you're feeling great and awesome, and that you're still capable of being the best you can. Being all mopey makes you a wimp."