ImnotCTB
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- Jun 11, 2025
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I did something unforgivable
"Sorry" I softly said
"Why are you apologizing?" she asked with a smile that hid sorrow. The beautiful smile that before, filled me with affection.
My eyes burned trying to keep tears from forming.
"Sorry, for everything, for what I've done to you." I tried to keep my breath stable. Hide my weakness, that is what I was taught. It is necessary, to continue existing in this cruel world.
Her breath hitched, she was still smiling even though sobs started to break through her fragile facade. "I'm sorry too,"
"Why are you saying sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry... I'm the one who did wrong." I bit my cheeks drawing blood, it tastes like rust. Every breath feels heavy, like punishment from god. Well deserved for a lowlife like me. Why did I get someone like her? I'm no saint, in fact, I am a damned scumbag.
"I just- If I wasn't so paranoid this wouldn't have happened, we wouldn't have an argument, you- I-" she tried to hide her cries, covering her face, her beautiful face.
I did this to her.
Guilt gripped my heart like the cold hearted shackles of justice. I know myself that it wasn't because of her, it was a conscious decision from me. I was regretting it now. I wish I could go back in time to prevent this from happening.
But I know it only happens in fantasies, this is the real world, this is reality. I leapt over the edge, there is no turning back for me.
I tried to say something but the harsh heat of the sun fried my skin like an early welcome of hell. In the end, the only thing I can say is "Sorry"
"I said it's ok– just– focus on yourself now." Every sob from her is like an arrow- no, a spear piercing my heart. I wish that I could shield her from the sun like before. I wish that I could hug her and comfort her like before. I know just what will cheer her up and make her mood better. But that is no longer possible... Because I'm a bastard.
I clenched my fist, nails digging through my skin, and left without another word. Turns out I'm not just a bastard, I'm also a coward. Can't even face a woman.
I beat myself up mentally for my weakness. No weaknesses, I reminded myself. After all, that is what I was taught.
"Sorry" I softly said
"Why are you apologizing?" she asked with a smile that hid sorrow. The beautiful smile that before, filled me with affection.
My eyes burned trying to keep tears from forming.
"Sorry, for everything, for what I've done to you." I tried to keep my breath stable. Hide my weakness, that is what I was taught. It is necessary, to continue existing in this cruel world.
Her breath hitched, she was still smiling even though sobs started to break through her fragile facade. "I'm sorry too,"
"Why are you saying sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry... I'm the one who did wrong." I bit my cheeks drawing blood, it tastes like rust. Every breath feels heavy, like punishment from god. Well deserved for a lowlife like me. Why did I get someone like her? I'm no saint, in fact, I am a damned scumbag.
"I just- If I wasn't so paranoid this wouldn't have happened, we wouldn't have an argument, you- I-" she tried to hide her cries, covering her face, her beautiful face.
I did this to her.
Guilt gripped my heart like the cold hearted shackles of justice. I know myself that it wasn't because of her, it was a conscious decision from me. I was regretting it now. I wish I could go back in time to prevent this from happening.
But I know it only happens in fantasies, this is the real world, this is reality. I leapt over the edge, there is no turning back for me.
I tried to say something but the harsh heat of the sun fried my skin like an early welcome of hell. In the end, the only thing I can say is "Sorry"
"I said it's ok– just– focus on yourself now." Every sob from her is like an arrow- no, a spear piercing my heart. I wish that I could shield her from the sun like before. I wish that I could hug her and comfort her like before. I know just what will cheer her up and make her mood better. But that is no longer possible... Because I'm a bastard.
I clenched my fist, nails digging through my skin, and left without another word. Turns out I'm not just a bastard, I'm also a coward. Can't even face a woman.
I beat myself up mentally for my weakness. No weaknesses, I reminded myself. After all, that is what I was taught.
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