She was down on the floor. Shedding floods of tears. Pleading for forgiveness. For one more chance. A chance to make it all alright. Like it used to be.

She needed him. Not to hold her down. Not to tell her everything's alright. Not to protect her. She just needed him in front of her. To tell him she still cared, that she still winces every time he gets hurt. To let him know that she is there. That she's always been there.

She needed him to know all this. She had to tell him that she isn't like him. She would never leave him without warning. No. Not ever. Hell, she didn't even have the slightest idea.

And now, that she knelt on the ground. Flowers in her hand. She told him everything. Everything she wanted him to know. All the things she hadn't ever said before. She said it all. She knelt and she cried. She tried to touch him. But the ground came in between.

So she just knelt and cried. Flowers in her hand. She told him everything he needed to know. Everything and more.