Faithful Pebble
Part Nineteen
He pressed her further, "Then you should forgive yourself and let someone help you."
"They've all tried! All of them! They've all failed!" she snapped. "I've failed. We've tried everything!"
"Have you?" he paused, the wanderer, gripping the rope between scarred, rug burned hands, red and gold and brown fist-tight hands filled with strength and determination like his eyes, blue and pure and clear. "I have an idea that I wish to try. Will you let me?" He hefted himself upon the wall and looked down. "Tell me," he asked. "Do you want to leave?"
She looked up at him. In his mind, at least, that's what he pictured. Dirt smeared eyes tilted heavenward in awe of the man standing in the hole above. He could see the gaping mouth, the tossed back hair shifting like fallen wheat through a north bound wind. Her answer quivered in the afternoon sun.
"Y-yes," she said.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, Yes, please."
And the man smiled. It was enough.
(^_^) I believe that's a turning point... Thanks for reading. Oh and yes, there is a reason for things. Don't worry. - Calla