"Others vulnerabilities have always been my weakness. I want to help, reach out, do what I can to make them feel better...I saw that vulnerability in him, once. He used to tell me that I was naive, too trusting." She nodded looking down at her hands. "He was right, but I've learned that I've rather be too trusting than bitter, which destroys a person quicker and usually without them even knowing until it's too late...It was happening to me...Am I wrong not to hate him?"
He sighed. "No, you're not wrong. Hate clings on and...I've felt the same."
"About Kari?"
Just her using the shortened version of his name sent a jealous twinge surging through his veins. He tried hard to fight it but replied honestly. "Yes."

My Weakness (Story Excerpt)
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