Chapter 22

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“So, you see?” Saul says. She nods. During his recitation, she had moved her chair closer. She now sits right beside him.  

“Yes, but Saul, you can’t blame yourself.” His haunted eyes meet hers. “But you do.” 

“Yeah. It isn’t logical, I know. But I do. If I could have communicated with her then maybe I could have stopped her.” She slip her arm around his shoulders. 

“Maybe but may not. You don’t know the pain she was in. Have no idea the battles she was battling.”

He exhales, resting his head on hers. “True. Thank you for listening.  There is logic there. Hey my brain agrees..”

“It is just your heart.” She places her hand on his chest. “It wants to play messiah.”

He chuckles.  “That it does. There is a addictive quality to it. Seeing people alive because you were at the right place at the right time.” 

Her hand still lays on his chest and she moves it up, just on the edge of his open shirt buttons. “I imagine there is. But Saul, you aren’t God. You can’t decide when someone lives or dies. It was her time but, she wasn’t alone. That says something.” 

He places his hand over hers. “Yes it does. I still wish I could have saved her but.. I will come to accept it.” 

“Good.” Their eyes meet and he swallows and drops his eyes to her lips. They have  never crossed that line but.. “Saul, shall we?” 

His breath feels short and his mind in turmoil. He wants to kiss her but will it change the friendship between them? Will it strengthen it, changing it to something better, stronger? There is only one way to find out.  “I think we must.” He lowers his head.

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