Word Count: 100
Prompt from Stella Mira’s Soundtrack Challenge #14: Tangent
Her ire was tangible. The angry, confused stare she nailed him with was intimidating to say the least, thought Akahito. As she’d slept, he had worried if she would ever awake, and when—if—she did, what was he to say to her that wasn’t going to make her hate him?
Lie?
But every scenario he contemplated had holes, was far from foolproof.
The truth then.
She would probably want nothing to do with him afterwards, but he had hope. She was a compassionate, forgiving creature. Surely if she understood the circumstances, she would not hold a grudge against him?