She spat angrily at him, “That’s easy for you to say, “ eyes blazing she struggled with her fury “You have no idea-“
“No,” he cut her off, “I don’t. No one does.” He continued strumming on the guitar. “It isn’t meant to be harsh, but it’s necessary.”
“How?” She asked, still incensed but the luminous quality to her eyes belied her emotions. He never stopped playing but did meet her gaze.
“One day.” He said softly. “Just make it one day.”
“And?” she snapped but couldn’t mask her curiosity.
“Then one more.” He smiled sadly. “Keep going. Then some day-“ He grinned now. “Someday you just wake up and see the world again.”