-Despite his apology, of course, things just had to get worse. In a swift motion, her sword was drawn, and there was a panicked yelp from the crowd and security officers started to be called...
But she didn't do anything. Not yet. She just stood there, the tip at eye level, eye locked with his. She could read those thoughts in his mind, that what he'd said came from a personal place, not just some misguided belief in what should or should not be. And in her own, there was indeed wrath and anger, but also something else, something that was difficult to quantify, but ran just as deeply.-
Everyone's story is different, and we don't all get to move on. Remember that.
-And in just as quick a motion, the sword was back in its sheath, and it felt like the entire crowd let out a collectively held breath.-
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But she didn't do anything. Not yet. She just stood there, the tip at eye level, eye locked with his. She could read those thoughts in his mind, that what he'd said came from a personal place, not just some misguided belief in what should or should not be. And in her own, there was indeed wrath and anger, but also something else, something that was difficult to quantify, but ran just as deeply.-
Everyone's story is different, and we don't all get to move on. Remember that.
-And in just as quick a motion, the sword was back in its sheath, and it felt like the entire crowd let out a collectively held breath.-