LOREN
As Phoebe explained exactly what she'd been talking about, Loren sighed. ”I don’t believe in one chance. For anything. I can't." He gave her a sad and haunted look. "Both because I've been offered more chances than I deserve and because if I did, then my only chance at love died." Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair.
"You'll find love. Maybe not with Harper, but you will." Letting go of her hand, he reached up to cup her cheek softly and almost tenderly. "And it might not be too late with Harper. Or anyone else." It came out softly.
Then, though, he bit his lip. Hesitating, he let his hand drop and rubbed it nervously against his leg. "But...I hope you don't mind me saying, weren't you just saying you were going to be...more careful, when it came to matters of the heart?" His voice came out stilted and awkwardly.
"You'll find love. Maybe not with Harper, but you will." Letting go of her hand, he reached up to cup her cheek softly and almost tenderly. "And it might not be too late with Harper. Or anyone else." It came out softly.
Then, though, he bit his lip. Hesitating, he let his hand drop and rubbed it nervously against his leg. "But...I hope you don't mind me saying, weren't you just saying you were going to be...more careful, when it came to matters of the heart?" His voice came out stilted and awkwardly.
look at how a single candle can both
defy and define the darkness
defy and define the darkness
