"So, it's true then. What I have been hearing, and what I have been feeling. I was hoping that it was something else, praying that I wasn't right." As he moved away, Mary remained by the door until he took a seat on the couch.
Inching her way into the apartment, she sought after a seat by his feet. It was out of habit, claiming a spot on the rug, legs tucked beneath her and she fell silent, looking down at her hands as he told her to let go of guilt. "I want to, I want to let go. I'm forgiven of my sins, but I can never forget what I allowed to come over me. I have complete faith in the LORD that if He wants me to forget, he will allow it."
Gaze finally lifted to stare right back at him. The kindness was just on the surface, Mary could see that. Her almost black stare was a stark contrast to his shockingly blue eyes. Mary's gaze held a strong flicker to them, a sense of hope, and faith. An undying passion to do God's work was strong in her gaze. It was usually her eyes that drew mortals towards her that sought after enlightenment, and help.