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There she was….
The love of my life.
She was dressed in a baggy shirt and sweats, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked like she had lost some weight, but she couldn't look any more beautiful if she tried. Perhaps, I was speaking like a love-struck fool, but even if Brielle were to be clad in the filthiest of rags, I was pretty sure she was still going to be as resplendent as a ravishing queen in my eyes. Only one feeling echoed in the depths of my heart in that moment;
Regret.
This was all because of me.
I had done this. I had torn us apart. I had failed to give her a second chance, to hear her out, and now… it was my turn to be the guilty party, because through it all… Brielle had emerged,
Blameless.
A lot of things were running through my mind as we both stood there, staring at each other.
