Conviction

The apples here were rather on the pink side. 

And there were plenty, like a lot!

"You can have one if you want. This tree was planted by my mother- or so she claimed."

"Don't mind if I do." I jumped up high and plucked two apples. 

I gave one to Marg and took a bite of one myself. 

Sweet, crunchy, and tart. Perfect. 

Delicious. 

My heart was pounding. I was desperately trying to hide the fact that I couldn't even breathe properly. So, eating an apple did distract me for a second. 

Something was different though. For one, Marg wasn't running away. 

She was here. Right here. 

Just waiting for my response. 

And I had to do this. 

My breath shook, my chest shivered. 

This was it. I took another bite of out the apple and chewed.