I'm sorry

Written for Christy Munson's unofficial Microfiction Challenge:

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"Look, Mel, how many times do you want me to say that I'm sorry... Because I am..."

"Oh, you're sorry? Sweet! That's the least you can do..."

"I know, and I know it won't solve anything..."

"It clearly won't."

"But, hey, let me make it up to you..."

"Make it up? You made this all up!"

"Mel, listen..."

"No, you listen! I'm sick of this shit and I'm sick of your little "I can explain" phrases. No, you cant! It's already complete, I get it. But do you? I stayed up a whole night worrying about you... I thought something happened... an accident or God knows what... Meanwhile you and your asshole friends were out drinking yourselves to the ground without any guilt??!! Do you have any idea what could've happened?!"

"You're overreacting..."

"Oh, am I? Well guess what! My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me..."

"Mel, wait..."

Our last conversation... These words keep repeating in my head... I can't sleep peacefully. The memories are wildly flashing in front of my eyes.

I don't even try to convince myself that I handled it well... I know I didn't... I hurt someone that I love. And this thought doesn't let me live.

He was irresponsible and dumb. He didn't call me... not even a text... but was it really his decision? Did they friends encourage him?

It's been a week... I miss him. But does he? I don't know... I didn't leave my room for the last two or three days... or more. I probably gained some weight... or lost a few pounds because of the stress. I'm not sure... All I know is I don't feel like going out... I don't feel like doing anything...

To be honest I think I lost my happiness... I had so many good memories with him... He meant the world to me... I know he messed up... but is it really that big deal? I mean everyone makes mistakes... but do they define who we truly are?

He said he regret what he did... Should I have accept his apology? I mean he did what he did, I'll probably never forget that. Things like that leave a mark in a person's life forever... but what more could he have possibly do? He meant it didn't he?

What's done is done... No matter what we do, good or bad, it's in the past... it happened. And life goes on, forcing you to move on.

Maybe it's right, and I have to move on... Then what am I doing in this creepy room?! I don't even like dark places. It scares the shit out of me...

I run through the house to get my jacket and when I'd step out, closing the front door behind me, I see him sitting in his car, parking on the street. I feel my heart beating in my throat... I did not expect him to be here... I smile with relief, run to the car and open the door.
He looks at me and we both say only two words:

"I'm sorry..."

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Word count: 522 words (2687 characters)

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