She kept sobbing.
I kept putting on clothes.
My heart was bleeding. I couldn’t look at her, but my insides were burning and I realized what an incredible asshole I’d been.
Would I stop hurting the most important person in my life?
I was leaving the country that same day. I’d been through 20 years of unfortunate incidents and yet hadn’t found a solution.
I only hoped that my fucked-up personality would get rid of the eagerness to hurt people around me.
“I’m sorry I’m such a shit,” I finally muttered.
The only thing I’d learned was how to say sorry.
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