Hope
I can see the confusion flashing across his face. I know he thought that this was the moment you would reconcile, that I would give him the chance that he was hoping for. I thought I would too. But I can't.
“What's wrong?” He asks not daring to breach the space between.
“I shouldn't have let you think— this was a mistake. It was all just….”
Panic flares and his eyes and his likings round black pupils flash.
“No. No, tell me what's wrong. What just happened back there?”
I inhale. My purpose firmly back in place. “I think it's time that we close the door. Formally.”
My voice falters. I nearly laugh at the sheer and possibility of it all.
This was a video I was ready to have pups with. Now his face only serves as a reminder of the nightmare I lived through.
He flinches, like I
