Sophie Barnes
The man before my stoned eyes was a completely different person. Not because of his gel back hair, or his hot gray eyes that resembled the dead fire from brimstone. But because he was raw, it reminded me of the picnic time. He had the same tone and same ease. He was confident and sure of himself the more he spoke. To be honest, before his apology, I think I already forgave him along the line. Especially after he confessed to being the one who had brought my car from the towing yard and paid the bills. What surprised me was his knowledge of my tears. My silence was created from beating my brain as I tried to recall what really happened in that moment before I stormed off.
Anger made it hard to recall but I definitely didn't recall crying before him. My mother raised me bet
