I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Rain had always been the strong one, the one who could weather any storm. Seeing her like this, so hurt and resolute, was like watching a lighthouse go dark in the middle of a tempest.
I turned away, my feet moving of their own accord, carrying me down the corridor and out into the chill of the evening air.
As I walked, memories of our time together flooded my mind — the laughter we shared, the quiet moments of understanding, the dreams we had painted for our future. Each memory was a bittersweet reminder of what I stood to lose if I couldn't mend this rift.
I knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. Once trust is broken, it becomes fragile, and Rain's trust had been shattered. However, I was determined not to give up. With resolve, I grabbed my phone and called the one person who might offer insight on how to reconnect with her heart. After two rings, a familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Grandma, it's me," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I need your guidance. I can't bear to lose Rain. I'm at a loss."
There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a sigh. "Alright."
"Alright," Grandma echoed, her voice softening with understanding. "Is it about your dad announce that's all over the news and tabloids?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes, she's not the same, Gran."
Grandma listened attentively, "And now?"
"Now, she doesn't want to see me," I confessed, my voice quavering. "I've apologized, I truly love her. How can I make her see that the news about my marriage is all a fabrication?"
"Honey," Grandma's voice carried wisdom and affection, "trust is fragile. Once broken, it takes time and effort to mend. Show her your commitment through actions, not just words."
"But how?" I pleaded, desperation in my tone. "What should I do?"
"Begin with small gestures," Grandma advised. "Stay consistent.
Show her your sincerity in meaningful ways. Listen to her genuinely. Let her witness your dedication to rebuilding what was lost. Most importantly, give her the space she needs to heal."
I nodded, though she couldn't see me. "Thank you, Grandma. I just... I hope it's not too late."
"It's never too late to try," she reassured softly. "Love finds a way, even in the darkest times."
As I ended the call,.