Forgiveness or Not?

Hiya! Welcome back to PEP. For the moment, I’ll just be posting weekly while I sort out what exactly I am doing. I’ve never blogged before, really, so this is all new to me. Some days I’ll have a lot to say and other days, I’ll be using jump-off points as I’ll still want to blog but nothing will have happened that I want to write about. Today is one of the latter days. Because I’m me and I either go big or go home, I’m going deep on this first one.

How easy is it for you to forgive those who have caused you pain?

My answer is honestly a bit of a mixed bag on this one. It really depends on what kind of pain they’ve caused me. If they’ve hurt me in a way that I see as betrayal or back-stabbing, then it can actually take a very, very long time for me to forgive them, if I forgive them at all. If they’ve just hurt my feelings or something else relatively minor, then I’ll likely forgive them within a week or two. However, though I forgive, I do have a long memory. I remember any time someone hurts me and it simply changes my trust level with them. Though honestly, I will be first to admit I struggle with trust issues. One thing though, if someone hurts someone I love, I will never forgive them. As I said, I struggle trusting others so if I do care for someone and they are hurt, I will never forgive the person that hurt them.

For this week’s question: How easy or hard is it for ya’ll to make friends?

For this week’s writing: Remember, completely unedited beyond minimum grammar.

“But I saw you die. How are you still alive?”

“I’m not.”

“What?! You’re standing right in front of me! That qualifies as alive to me!”

“I’m standing in front of you. But I’m not alive. I’m not breathing, my heart no longer beats.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Louis stepped forward and gently took Gwen’s much smaller hand in one of his. He pressed it against his chest, amazed at just how much smaller than his it was. How had he never noticed before? He felt her hand tremble as she realized that there was truly no heartbeat nor was his chest moving in the familiar rhythm of breathing.

“H-How?”

“I’m not entirely sure myself, love. But I remember waking up in the hospital morgue with all of the other dead bodies. It was quite the fight to get out of the small freezer, I’ll tell you that much. I didn’t know where else to go so I came here, to you. Along the way, I discovered that I had in fact died, which was my last memory before waking up. I don’t know how I’m here or why this happened.”

Gwen stepped forward, taking both of Louis’ larger hands in her’s, “We’ll figure it out together. I won’t leave you alone, Louis.” © Paula Crofoot

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