New Start

“Can we start over?” The girl asked.

There, in the middle of the road, the boy turned his back on her. “Do you mean to forget about everything, like none of this happened?”

“No,” She whispered. “I don’t think we should forget, I think we should remember and learn.”

He shook his head “I don’t know if that will work.” He sounded so determined also, so broken, “I don’t believe in new beginnings or second chances.”

The girl placed a hand on the back of his shoulder. She felt his body tense but he didn’t move away. “I’m not asking you that,” She hoped, “I’m asking to help to write a new chapter in our life. A better chapter.”

“Well, the last chapter was a disaster.”

“Yes, it was.” Her voice trembled. Still touching him, she closed her eyes. She knew. She was going to lose him again.

The boy turned around and took her hands. “Yes, it was a disaster, except for one thing.”

With watery eyes, she looked at him. “Which one?”

The boy’s smile lit up the world, her world and in a whisper near to her ear, he answered. “You.”

Note: Images are taken from Unsplash and A to Z challenge blog.