Bad Moon On The Rise
“I’m sorry,” Neville said, and winced. The words were out of his mouth before he thought and now it was too late to take them back.
“Sorry!” Lavender snapped. “Sorry for what? Sorry for living?”
“Maybe,” Neville mumbled.
He’d irritated her. He’d spent his life irritating people. She was miserable, frustrated with her scars and her fears and he didn’t know what to do.
She glared at him and he fought the urge to apologize to her again for making her angry.
What did she want? It took more than a few months to break the habits of a lifetime.
“Sorry!” Lavender snapped. “Sorry for what? Sorry for living?”
“Maybe,” Neville mumbled.
He’d irritated her. He’d spent his life irritating people. She was miserable, frustrated with her scars and her fears and he didn’t know what to do.
She glared at him and he fought the urge to apologize to her again for making her angry.
What did she want? It took more than a few months to break the habits of a lifetime.