As good as it gets.

As I lay writhing in agony, something changed.

The agony in question was physical, not emotional, thankfully- bitter cold that threatened to relieve me of a few extremities, a chest, forearms and left hand that twitched and spasmed in pain.

I remembered how she used to be.
I guess... she's smiling a lot more these days.

And a small smile had formed at the edge of my lips, before it was torn away by a customary scowl. I guess that's as good as it gets.