"Talking might help." Lily's gaze lingered on the back of the head of the person sitting on the couch, her thoughts swirling with unspoken words. She sighed softly. He had offered to talk, had given her the perfect opportunity to explain everything, but instead, she'd faltered, letting her fear get the better of her. Like a coward, she'd simply shaken her head, muttering that she couldn't explain it. At least he hadn't pressed her for more. He'd only nodded in understanding, his silence heavy with acceptance.
Even though he'd told her he'd forgiven her and had even invited her to watch TV with him, the weight of her guilt pressed down on her, refusing to let go. She just couldn't bring herself to move past it, no matter how much she wanted to. For now, though, she had the convenient excuse of being unwell. So, with that thought in mind, she quietly grabbed the thermos of water she had brought with her, slinking back to the sanctuary of her room.
