Shadows of the past, reflections of the future.

He felt so bad about bringing her such terrible memories, she was deathly afraid of him, and though he was desperately attempting to bring her from the fog she struggled to find her way out. He just did his best, his breathing was calm and level, his posture non dominate. She didn't wish to talk to him, but maybe if he continued to feed her the re assuredness of his voice. "I don't even know your name."
He looked at her with a pleading look on his face, he wished her no ill will. The smile on his face said it all, he could do no more than just hope she would crawl from her shell.