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That evening was relaxed and cozy if not quiet and uneventful. They made small talk as was the way these days. That was part of the problem, and not one that she alone had to work at to bridge the gap. There had been a bridge there previously, but it had fallen into disuse rather than be burned.

But she appreciated the little things and so dinner and a drink and a movie was nice enough. She just couldn't bring herself to talk about the things she wanted to. There were as of yet no words in mind that could express why she needed to be forgiven.

With guilt...