It was amazing. All the ways they could say, "I'm sorry," without uttering those very words.
As they walked, she thought of the ballet classes her mother had enrolled her in as a child. Beauty. Poise. Grace. One foot in front of the other. Always heel to toe. Here, she desperately wanted those things. The calm they gave; the comfort only they could provide. So, she walked. One foot in front of the other. Beauty. Poise. Grace.
He, he on the other hand, staggered like a wreck of a human being. His footsteps were exaggerated, a gait that belonged to a drunken man. Angry. Hurt. Desperate. His eyes bore intently into the ground, looking for what, he did not know. Still, he walked, hoping to find it. One foot in front of the other. Angry. Hurt. Desperate.
Nevertheless, they walked, consumed in the veil of the words they could not muster.
I'm sorry.
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Bildungsroman
FanfictionBildungsroman (noun) - a coming of age story. Vivian Lee has been running in the same place for nearly two years now. Slowly, due to a whirlwind of coincidental (or maybe fateful) instances, she learns to accept the world around her isn't as ide...
