For a moment in time, he stands there, his gray eyes cold and unforgiving.
For a moment in time, she begs of him, pleads that he will pardon her wrong. She never meant to hurt him; reopen such deep wounds in his soul.
For a moment in time, afternoon sunlight covers them both, warming things ironically. Yet, down below, she can hear the powerful waves beating against the shore, cold, firm and resolved, like his gaze so scornful.
For a moment, everything hangs in the balance, neither willing to break. But that moment is fleeting; time must always go on. The floodgates are let loose; their waters pioneer streams down her flushed cheeks.
For a moment, she contemplates how lonely it is to cry alone.
"Crap." He says defiantly, then sighs. He holds out his arms to her, a look of resignation on his face. She races into those arms, burying her face in his cotton t-shirt.
"I'm sorry!" She chokes out, the tears unrelenting.
"I know...me, too." He says quietly.
For a moment...nay, longer than that, they stand together with arms about each other, taking joy in the glory of forgiveness.
-Argentia Krystofel ♥
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