Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.
-Cherie Carter-Scott.
What was this? This... pain? I didn't care. Patrick can kiss whomever he pleases. As long as its me. Wait, what? No. Forget that statement.
So I grabbed the damn shoes and kept walking. The "sun" was just beginning to rise. I had work to do.
So, I had to show I was truly sorry for my sins? Well, a lot of them I was sorry for. All the swearing, the non believing in God, (I had to believe in something, anything, to get through,) and... what I had done to my best friend, my fiance.
Oh God, B. I'm so sorry.
I'd left her... with... it. I left her alone.
"After everything, you don't think I would understand."
5 months pregnant... But not with my kid. She had been raped. She was too scared of getting shunned by her Westboro Baptist parents to get an abortion.
I kneeled. This would be the start of remorse.
Beth. You probably can't hear me. But for what he did to you... I'm so sorry. You'd think Heaven would give me all the answers, but none yet. Under that black mask remains black, and not necessarily in skin tone.
If I could redo that night, both nights, I would. If I could come back to see you and apologize and take that damn kid with me, I wouldn't let anything stop me.
I miss you.
I'd never prayed that powerful before. I'd never felt that prayer would work.
Now this is not that cliche moment where they turn their life around and it all getd better in like three chapters, because that's stupid and this is real life, not fantasy.
In fact, things, right then, were just beginning to get worse.
So did anyone catch the song or is it just me being a mother effin idgit again?
