For six years my feelings for him had been frozen. I saw him again. I saw Risk in Chance’s clothing. I saw Misery but he looked like Hope. My mind was clever so it cried wolf like it always did but my heart did not hear.
I saw him and he saw me. He held me in his arms in his own special ways. He held me in his arms so my nightmares would not haunt me. I felt safe. Protected. Warm. No one and nothing could hurt me.
But he could. And he did. For the second time.
No to second chances. No to exceptions. My heart was kind. I wish it were not.