PREVAIL

 

She closed her eyes, her face softened, and her shoulders loosened up. She allowed the healing dew of encouraging words to wash over her.

Each wave of empathy and care crushed upon her parched heart.

Her soul softened like butter on a hot skillet.

She languidly opened her eyes.

She gazed intently at him, an endearing smile coyly lifted the corners of her mouth. 

A glimmer of affection lit his troubled countenance.

He keenly watched her.

A profound sight sneaked from his anxious soul.

He allowed himself to relax.

The veil had finally lifted from her mind.

Her gaze was steady and confident.

He leaned back, content.

She was going to be okay.

She had weathered the storm that raged in her soul.