Bretly couldn't be more surprise or more when Miranda melted in his arms. He had though that she would fight him. Not that he would blame her after what he had said to her. Hating himself for being so ugly and mean to the woman he loved. Yes he loved her. Always would. He held her in his arms taking comfort that she wanted to be there. Fearing that she wouldn't.<br/><br/>"No this isn't your fault. I wish you stop taking the blame foe everything. "Placing crooked finger under chin and raising it so that he could look into her beautiful blues. "I'm so so incredibly sorry that said those things to you. They were said in anger and I was drunk. Not that could or should excuse what I said.   I could never hate you. I'm trying Miranda. I'm really trying to do better. Somethings are hard to change. But I'm trying. You deserve so much better than me" There honest tears in his eyes.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry I made you feel like dying. I never wanted that." Cradling her on his lap. Never wanting her to leave. "I know you wouldn't. I know how you use to feel about him and ignore it. I should have let both of you know how felt about it." Sighing a little knowing that he was just blame for ignoring Miranda and Thomas budding feelings. " The same you can forgive me. If you forgive me. Because you love me. I love you very much. There really nothing else to do. But start anew.  If you want to"<br/><br/>Sent from my C5155 using Tapatalk