The bus left and she found herself alone. She breathed in before turning to look at the pub.
She had been brave before, when she told him that she loved him. And when she stood by him when everyone had doubts. When they kissed she didn't pull away even though nothing was sure yet. When they dreamed of their future she dared to make plans of her own. And even when he was leaving her with her heart in his pocket she begged him to stay, to run with her.
Her courage never failed her, but it was now shaken. Like a tree after a storm when its roots are half broken, pulled outside the dirt.
She entered the pub, it smelled of smoke. She hated it. But then she saw him and his eyes were scared by her presence. He didn't know what to think, but as he spoke she heard love in his voice, regret, hurt.
'Well, either way, it has happened.' The tree had survived the storm and its roots would find their way through the dirt once again. Her courage was there again, as strong as ever as she asked him to sit with her. He did and they both found they were still brave enough to fight. Their tree would flourish and one day it would give its fruit.