His hand engulfed her smaller one, but he only squeezed it gently. “You have to go talk to her, Carisa,” Carlos told her.
Carisa shook her head. “She doesn’t want to talk to me. I already told you that.”
Carlos sighed and leaned back, sitting against the edge of his desk. He muttered something in Spanish she couldn’t quite make out. It hadn’t been allowed in their house, but that had never stopped Carlos. None of her father’s rules had really ever stopped Carlos. He’d still turned out to be a pretty good man.
She’d tried to follow every rule, and what had it gotten her? Absolutely nothing. So, maybe Carlos had always had the right of it.
“You’re being foolish,” he said. “The both of you. I’ve seen the two of you together. It’s right. Pushing each other away isn’t going to do any good. Why can’t you just learn from my mistakes?”
Her lips twitched up. “Hey, you got the girl anyway,” she reminded him. “And now you have the perfect little family.”
“And almost got her killed in the process. You always forget that part. Everyone does, but I can’t. Trust me, you don’t want that weight on you. Jayla won’t, either.”
“She doesn’t want me,” Carisa said. “So, it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“You know that isn’t true. She’s just scared. From what you told me, she has every reason to be.”
“Then why won’t she let me help?”
“Foolish, like I already said. But, it can be hard to see that when your heart’s involved.”
Carisa shook her head. It seemed like the only heart that was involved was hers.
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use “his/her(s) in the post. Bonus points for starting with one and ending with the other. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get the other in at the end, but I managed it. This fits right in with where I’m at in Whatever It Takes.