Ve stares down into Rhys’ eyes. His height makes it so that even in a kneeling position he is barely lower than her eye level, but even that tiny bit seems to make all the difference. He's lowering himself in front of her. She looks into those pools of guilt and sadness which are usually his vibrant eyes. She looks at him as if she can see straight into his soul.
The feeling of loss grows steadily stronger as she stares at him, the man that for so long has been nothing more than an employer, a task, a job and the moment that starts to change and something else starts to form, something like this happens, a brief glimpse of stability, and then it is snatched away.
"You have nothing to be sorry about"
Rhys’ heart twists so violently that he feels like it is about to explode in his chest.
