Click. He can clearly picture the bronze chain being displaced and hanging loosely from it’s top. The door creaks open. Before he attempts to recover from the moments that passed, a familiar face appears from behind the door. It was all so simple. Those tears could melt rocks and they begin to weave their magic around his confused emotions in no time. He is unable to look into those eyes and can’t help but fall to his knees. This is going to be harder than I thought.

They speak for a short while, which seems like eternity, but the prevailing uneasiness forces his eyes follow every movement of the clock’s hands - it’s only been seven minutes. Great. 7 years summed up into 7 minutes of conversation. Makes hell sound like a stroll in the park. Great. He didn’t even expect her to forgive him and so, couldn’t bring himself to apologize. She had forgiven him before he even left her. Who can hold something against their own blood? He fell once, fell twice and even fell a third time but still picked himself up every time. There’s a fighter