[div style="width:455px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt"][align=right]"…I'm sorry."
Define a p o l o g y.It’s a phrase you would say when there were g l a s s shards in your throat, words dipped in blood, choking on them. A plea for mercy before pain STRUCK against your soft skin, leaving your shattered system squirming for the life you never had. A mantra for the failing and f a l l i n g souls.
Guilty, guilty, oh, dear filthy child, how does the ashes of innocence tasted?
Divine gaze softened while he inhaled agony when the child apologized. His golden heart stuttered and bled to hear it—I’m sorry. Caleb had said that phrase far too many times to the point he thought he was the one saying it, not them. He had apologized for being a bad child, a bad sibling; a bad father, a bad friend; and a bad lover.
Bad, bad, bad. He was BAD, and sinners like HIM should be D E —
Breathe in, breathe out—how it must be a tremendous burden to carry his l i f e.
"There is nothing to be sorry about, kid, I promise you." A voice so gentle, like petal flowers against wounds. God given EMPATHY l e a k i n g from galactic brain, Caleb gave up a small smile that gleamed with comforting moonlight before adding, "But if it’s something you must really know, I forgive you."
Forgiveness was a POWERFUL thing to give, and, yet, so many people chose to believe they had to search for it when it’s there in front of them. To be desperate for hearing at least ONE person saying they forgive you was the saddest wish he had ever thought of.
Though, if it was truly one of the wishes his friend had, he’d be WILLING to be their shooting star and make it come true. Even if the Star God ended up burning to the ground, he’d do a n y t h i n g to make his friend certain they was loved and forgiven.
( At least let THIS be his first step to doing so. )