She apologised to him that night, while he was preparing her a cup of tea. 'I'm sorry I didn't believe you,"she said, trying to hold her tears back. 'You were right about him…'
He sat down next to her in their sofa and all he could do was to hug her tight to his chest. She cried there then, as she cried so often, trying to wash away her awful feelings; horrible memories of that concert. This time she had his warmth and she didn't have to cry alone.
John kissed her hair and whispered. 'You are not the one to blame for this, love.' He hated that she humiliated herself that way. Hated that she felt guilty. She was without fault, holy, perfect, everything she did was good and kind. He wouldn't allow her to blame herself, not if he could stop it. If there was someone to blame, that someone was himself.
'I am sorry.' he cried into her soft locks. After all he was the one to fail her.