Roses Have Thorns, So Do Friendships

“Blake, I’m so sorry. I wish I could go back and change everything,” Ruth cried, her head bowed in regret.

Ginevra placed a comforting hand on my back before stepping away and silently giving us space.

But Ruth called to him. “Ginevra, wait,” her trembling voice stopped him in his tracks, his shoulders tensing slightly. “I need to apologize to you too.”

Her teary gaze shifted to me, her hands trembling as they gripped mine tightly, as though afraid I’d disappear or push her away.

“I’ve hurt both of you,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she forced each word out. “And Ginevra, you act like it doesn’t matter, but I know it does. Your eyes don’t look at me the same way anymore. Even now, you can’t stand to face me, the sister who took everything from you right? Please, forgive me.”