[ Fuck. ]

...I'm sorry.

[ It doesn't mean anything, she knows it doesn't; she can say sorry a thousand times and mean it more every time but it won't change what she did, it won't change the fact she betrayed him, it won't change the fact that he can't forgive her because why should he? Why should he ever forgive her for that? ]

I-I'm sorry.

[ Tears well up in her eyes, too, but she tries to swipe them away, because she doesn't really deserve to cry, either. She doesn't deserve to feel the hurt that wraps around her chest like it's trying to squeeze the life out of her, the sense of betrayal that curls up in her stomach at the fact he'd let her think otherwise for so fucking long.

She betrayed him. This is nothing. This is nothing. This is what she deserved, in the end. To feel even half of what she inflicted on him.

Her shoulders shake. The hand holding his grips on so tight that it probably hurts before she suddenly lets go. She turns around where she's sat, pulling a leg up under her, and goes to hug him.

She expects to get pushed away. She's prepared for it. She just can't do nothing. ]