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I have to try and see things from his point of view. Toying with the twig, she twirled it between her fingers. That shouldn’t be so hard, considering I once felt that way.
Then, at the sight of the accessory that dangled before her wistful eyes, she snapped back to attention. This time, the laugh was more genuine. “So that’s the culprit behind my latest name.” The golden hue of the trinket, combined with the glow of the crackling fire before them, highlighted the blond streaks of Rehan’s hair. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t get a moose head pendant back then.”
Staring at the fire, she continued. “You’d keep to yourself too, if you’ve gone through what I have.” Why do I feel so old? Anyone would think I were a decrepit octogenarian. “When you make mistakes like I have… mistakes that you’re not sure whether you should forgive yourself for… “ Her voice trailed off wearily. “… you’d try your best to talk less, and do more.” Her face contorted slightly before she uttered her last words.
“Not that I’ve talked less… look where my few words have led us.” The caustic laugh won, and bounced off the swaying trees.
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