road to transformation

He was right, groveling wouldn't fix it, and that wasn't what she wanted anyway, but when he asked her to tell him what to do to fix it, she groaned and pushed him away, rising up to circle on herself across the window just in case he got any more stupid ideas. “I don't know how to fix it.” she grumbled, flopping back down on the floor with more distance between them. “I don't know it can be fixed.” It had taken her an age to admit she had feelings for him the first time around, despite her silly pick up lines. There wasn't some magical gesture that would make everything like it was before. “It's going to take time,” how long she couldn't say, but no band aid solution would be enough for her to trust him again. “I need you to prove you mean it.”

“Speech.”