Sarah gave him a teary look, desolation on her face as she fell to the floor. She sat, trying very hard not to cry again. "I can't even cook without messing up, Simon." Distress poured out of every syllable, while she started to cry. She was mad at herself, for crying, at her sister, for dying. She paused for a moment, realizing that the only person she wasn't mad at was Simon. 

Simon. He had been so kind to her, helped her, [I]loved[/I] her. All he has ever been is kind, helpful, and loving. Her mood was lifted just thinking about him. She loved him. And she kissed him. Sarah reached up, pressing her lips to his without hesitation.