Patio - Shelly, Marsh and Open
He raised his brows and leaned back in the seat, joining her in glaring at the fire. “Honestly, to me it sounds kind of nice. When I got shot I thought I was going to die, before I even had a chance to do the good I’d spent so many years trying to accomplish. A long boring life is more than I can hope for.” He exhaled the smoke from his lungs, directing it away from her face so she wouldn’t be bombarded. Sure, it had been hard and it still was hard to go on each day trying to quell those demons that haunted him but he’d much rather feel boredom than absolute terror.
This time he regarded her, flicking the butt into the fire. “But I know that’s not for everyone.” He gave her arm a friendly nudge. “And I don’t see you ever being boring. That mirror doesn’t decide your future, you do.” He’d realized a lot going to therapy these last few months and while he still struggled he knew that genuine happiness was something achievable for anyone.