‘Grad school always—’
‘He was late because he had to prepare everything. He was planning to propose that evening.’
And Icelle, whose soul was the kindest and the purest even if people said all sorts of things about her—
‘If you had waited just a little longer, he would have given you the words you wanted.’
She knew she had to say the truth out loud.
Because that was how it worked in tales of love and magic.
It was how God designed them to be.
Some truths were so, so painful to accept that they had to be spelled out, and then and only then, would truth set one free.
Just like tonight.
The first and only man I fell in love with, and whom I never stopped loving—
“I’m so sorry for being an idiot.”
I’m wailing the words out like a child, and it’s not just because it’s raining harder than ever, and I need to raise my voice to get myself heard.
“I’m s-so sorry for not seeing what I should have seen from the start.”
It’s because truth has a way of humbling everyone, making us realize how we tend to lie, lash out, and do silly things like children when we’re hurting—
“P-Please forgive me.”
And just like a kid, there are times when we realize how powerless we are, and all we can do is cry and beg for a chance to make things up.
“I’m s-so sorry—”
Something in his jaw works once. His hand at my chin slides to the side of my neck.
Then Arkane hauls me into his arms.
And his kiss...
Oh, this kiss that burns and consumes all the way to my soul—
Dare I hope, God?
Dare I?
Dare I believe that he’s truly forgiving me even when I feel like I don’t deserve to be forgiven?
