Her fingers touched the petals of the rose, they were soft and pure. Something she had been at one time. Until she met him, and everything changed for her. She was a few years wiser now, and less a teenage girl. She couldn't deny that caring about him even a tiny bit scared her. She'd seen his worst and it was the not knowing that could be dangerous for her again.
But she did care. She'd loathed him before and now a part of her was falling back into wanting him again. She took a deep breath and looked back to him. "Thank you," she finally said, feeling the tiniest prick of tears in her eyes. He'd never appreciated her before when they were together. Now that they weren't, suddenly he'd shown himself to be good.