I held her close, rubbing her back and kissing her on the forehead. "I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry I scared you. I promise I won't do that again. I promise."
But despite my consoling, something else was bothering her. Something more... I thought back on what had happened at the mansion, at my quick disappearance without any "I love you" or anything, at Gael's taunting words that proclaimed an internal hate for her and an impossible relationship.
I sighed, realizing what was wrong. She was afraid I didn't love her!
"I should have said this earlier, but I wasn't thinking," I whispered in her ear. "And I'm sorry if I made you doubt anything between us or fear that we were not meant to be. But know that I will always love you, Alana, and nothing can change that. Whatever Gael told you is not true. I love you."
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
Forget ragebaiting. What about happybaiting. Purposely mentioning things that my friends like to make them happy and joyous. What about that, huh — GengarTheGhost