Still Holding On

By Saz

Sequel to From The Ashes

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It's close to six when I get home, mentally and physically exhausted. As I walk up the path to the front door, someone moves on my front porch. I freeze until he steps out of the shadow and moves slowly towards me.

To say I'm surprised by the visit is an understatement. How long has he been waiting there?

A couple of hours ago I'd have screamed at him, I would have told him how much he'd hurt me, but not now.

He was right.

He stops in front of me. Remorse fills his face. "I owe you an apology."

~*~ Fin ~*~