Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sorry

               “I’m sorry,” she murmured softly, staring downcast at the blue tiled floor, avoiding his eyes entirely. He shook his head slightly as a small sad smile crept onto his features. “You keep saying that, but you know just as well as I do that no matter how many times it’s uttered, it doesn’t really help. They’re just words, even if I know you mean them.” And he knew she meant them too, but it made no difference. She could be saying, “I think I’ll have a sandwich today,” and it would have the same effect on him as the words she was muttering now. They both knew that those words had lost their sincere meaning over the years because of how much people abused them. She sighed and closed her eyes, that foreign, small frown on her face deepening. 
               “I know,” she practically whispered, opening her brown eyes to stare at the plain white wall, again avoiding his eyes.
               He gazed at her face, letting his eyes trail up her neck and over her softly angled jaw, up around her small but full lips and letting his eyes rest on her unfocused ones after he spied the hardly noticeable patch of dark purple half moons hanging underneath them. 
              “I'm sorry,” she murmured, grimacing as she realized she had said it again. He chuckled softly, shaking his head again. “Sorry, it’s impulse. Ack! Sorry! Gah!” Her hands rapidly came up to her face, smacking hard against it.
               He laughed and walked over to her, gently tugging her hands back from her face. “It’s alright, love. I forgive you,” he whispered tenderly into her ear as he began wrapping her arms around his torso. She caught on quickly and coiled them around his body as she went to rest her head against his chest. Before it lay against him, however, he put his forefinger under her chin to bring up her face so that he could look into those beautiful eyes once more.

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