Since I do believe in God, Jesus, Lord, whichever name you prefer, I found it appropriate to put my belief about second chances out there and show that my God is a forgiving God. I'm not trying to preach…just trying to get my beliefs out there. I am Apostolic-Pentecostal and I am a strong believer in God and forgiveness of sins…as long as the person is really sorry of course. So if this offends you, SORRY those were not my intentions in writing this. I was merely trying to avoid leaving out God in anything that I do and I would appreciate it if you do not agree with me using God in this story to not comment rudely because this story is not meant to make you angry in anyway shape or form. It's more like a personal mission, for me, to keep God in my life.
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"Raizo."
"Yeah?" He turned to her with tired eyes.
"Are you sad?" She rubbed his chest with lazy fingers.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your mouth is downturned right there," kissing the corner of his mouth, "and you haven't said a thing since you came home from the store." She took a deep breath. "What's wrong?"
He did not answer right away.
"Can I help?"
"Do you believe in God?" He blurted out before she could finish.
"Yes." She paused and sat up in the bed. "Do you?"
"I don't know. I don't know who he is, or if there is a god out there for someone like me." He closed his eyes clearly hurt and still remorseful of his past.
"Well . . . my God loves everyone the same." Mika said softly and placed her hand above his heart. After two years, this gesture kept the same meaning.
He bolted upright almost knocking Mika off the bed. Before she could fall, he pulled her into the tightest hug he had ever given her.
"I still have a chance." He breathed.
"You still have a chance."
Once again: DON'T BE OFFENDED!
Okay thanks for reading :)