Look at me. Please.” It was more than a whisper but less…

““Look at me. Please.” It was more than a whisper but less than a shout. She got quieter. “Blake, please.” His green eyes found hers. She spoke as if they were alone. “I made a mistake,” Livia began. “I know you overheard me talking to my dad. I needed him to understand who you are, but I had to talk on his level. As a father he needed to know I was being decisive. I don’t think you heard the last part when I told him you were the path I wanted to take.” A flicker. Was it hope? Livia smiled. Blake’s lips moved, and she knew he’d counted her smile. “I’ll make mistakes. I know I will,” she continued. “I want to be perfect for you. But I’m human. I can only be me. That probably isn’t enough for a soul as beautiful as yours. But if I hurt you by accident, can’t we stay and hold hands until we fix it? Can’t we fix it?” Livia now spoke louder than she wanted to, but she had to be heard over the cacophony. Blake bit his lip. “You’re perfect.” “No, sweetheart. I can’t even pretend to be perfect. Look where we are right now. That’s my fault, Blake.” Here. I need to tell him now. “Blake, I love you,” Livia confessed quietly. The tears in her eyes had nothing to do with smoke this time.Livia leaned toward Blake and tried again, louder still. “Blake, I love you.” Livia shouted in the silence because now her soul was free. “I love you, Blake!” She smiled as he mouthed the words back to her.””

— Debra Anastasia