we worked it out last time.
PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS
“Yes. And?” Harper started. Most people thought they were to be eternally forgiven for some wrongs. Not all wrongs were forgivable. Maybe this time wasn't one that they could get past. Perhaps he was just too messed up after his murderous wife and him divorced several years ago. Perhaps that was why he was weary of it, he didn't want to get locked down into something he had been healing from experiencing before. Turning his head away, he pressed it against the horse he was caressing at the moment. Closing his eyes as he tried not to think of the past so much. It would do nothing to help his future, or in healing. He had to get over it, but it wasn't going to be the snap of a finger, either. As many things should not be. Some scars just didn't disappear.
“I just need more time. Okay?” He then said. Harper brushed his left hand along the side of one of his horses' heads, then turned and looked over at them. Not sure what else he could say about it “That's all. Really. It's not your fault. I guess. I'm probably just being dramatic.” That's what everyone always assumed, he was at fault. He had to be, less those who accused him, who assumed of him, might realize their own fault. Usually, the fault of others was the burden of anyone but them. Harper understood that. Some bore crosses, some forced theirs onto others. Maybe he was just meant to do both. His mothers. His wife. His fathers. His own. Now, he wouldn't say he was weak, or incapable of rebuffing those crosses. But, he often felt it was his responsibility to carry for others, who were too weak themselves to carry theirs.
He shifted his head, rubbing it into the skull of the horse, which nayed and gently bucked its head against his own. Lifting his head away, he looked around the stable “I'm sure we'll get over this one, this time, too. Once I feel better.”
