“I don’t care,” She said softly. “I don’t care about him or her or anything anyone says anymore, I really don’t.”
He looked down at her shaking figure, watching as her fists faded to white and listened to her shuddering breaths, not being able to do anything about it.
“Wish you had another chance?” He murmured.
She looked up at him with those eyes, those beautiful eyes that bore her soul and spoke a thousand different words and different languages; lifetimes full of love and regret, and said very quietly,