Tuesday, 7 May 2013

There's No Point In Crying Over Spilt Milk

I was just up in the window enjoying the early morning sun when something caught the corner of my eye. I turned to see Sarah making her way up our path, cross by the door and come up to the window next to me,

I didn't know what to say or how to react but this is the first time in weeks that she's been anywhere near me so I wasn't about to go anywhere. She looked up at me with her wide eyes, a nervousness in them I could tell.

The window was closed so I couldn't here what she was trying to say but she mouthed at me

Are you OK, I've heard what's been going on and I'm sorry, not just for the trouble you're having with Foxy but also for the George situation.

I just looked back at her. There's no point in crying over spilt milk. I wasn't ready to just forget everything but I also wasn't about to carry things on so I gave a weak smile back.