12-13-2010, 05:40 PM
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Table by Jenny. .
Geneva sighed as he refuted her previous statement. At this point in time, there was nothing she could do to convince him. He had not been there; he had not been inside her head. The only thing that existed for him was the image of the bloody aftermath. Whether by her own will or by the force of gravity, she had fallen and broken her body, fragmented her mind, injured her spirit. There was little she could do to change the past or his understanding of it right now. All she could do was deal with the aftermath.
Geneva sighed as he refuted her previous statement. At this point in time, there was nothing she could do to convince him. He had not been there; he had not been inside her head. The only thing that existed for him was the image of the bloody aftermath. Whether by her own will or by the force of gravity, she had fallen and broken her body, fragmented her mind, injured her spirit. There was little she could do to change the past or his understanding of it right now. All she could do was deal with the aftermath.
"You don't have to believe me for it to be true," Geneva said, concluding the topic of conversation for now. This was something they would have to face, probably continually. Did he trust her as much as he used to? Geneva could honestly not tell. She knew that if he found her completely unfit, he would have cast her aside entirely. She had room to grow; but then, so did he. Their foundation might be shaky, but it had stood against the tragedy they had faced together in the spring.
She settled against him, closing the distance he had put between them. She would not draw away from him; it was natural for him to question things, to pull away from what he did not trust. But he would be able to trust her again. She would find a way.