The gentle breeze carried Elsie's soft voice laden with a heartfelt apology to Nathaniel. He blinked repeatedly, her face was a blur in his tear-glazed eyes.
Still, he could see the smile on her lips as the silhouette of the purple blossoms framed around her. The morning rays were also gentle on her, illuminating her countenance.
Did she really apologize to him?
What for?
No... She never had to apologize to him.
"...you don't have... anything to apologize for," Nathaniel forced himself to speak, his voice became hoarser than before, "It's me. I'm the one who... owes you an apology."
Despite his attempts to keep his composure from breaking, a single tear still dropped from Nathaniel's eye, sliding down his left cheek. It glistened softly under the sunlight.
Elsie pursed her lips as she clenched her hands into fists. She held back from reaching for Nathaniel's face to wipe his tears away—like she used to do countless times before.
