Hearts and Minds
Put out your hand.
It sound like a simple request, but nothing ever is between them
Put out your hand.
- Trust me. Forgive me. Can we start over? -
She watches his anticipation, returns the look with gentle indecision.
You'll like it. I swear.
His words are simple, hopeful. It's an apology in the only way he knows how. And she's starting to understand this man a bit more. He's not one to do things in the conventional ways. A seed of trust goes a longer distance than a hollow apology, empty words thrown onto apathetic ears.
What's a garden without guava?
AN: I'd just like tothank everyone who has been reading these little dribbles and everyone who has been reviewing. I know I'm a little rusty and I hope I'll soon be back properly and get back to Sins of the Father because even if no one reads it anymore I hope to finish it. Thanks again!