Sorry.

“Sorry.”

The room was dim and cold. Cold because of the rain, dim because of the curtains obscuring the light. Cold because I was hurting inside. The young man who stood in front of me, who I had learned to know so well, looked at me as if such a word was bitter in his mouth. I fiddled with my chain bracelet nervously--the one he had reluctantly gave me--just trying to not look straight.

“Sorry?”

I didn’t have to look at him to know. He was outraged, though his voice was a mere whisper.

I shouldn’t have broken the statue of the porcelain princess. I shouldn’t have hidden Janis’ favorite clothes. Janis’ favorite earrings. The things that Daniel gave to her. What he gave to his fiancé.

The fiancé that I wanted to be.

My dreams were only fantasies, a child’s mere wishful thinking. But I could see that that would soon be over as Daniel spoke what I thought would be his last words to me.

“Pack your bags, Ruth.”

I struggled to not break my bracelet right there. This was going to be hard.

But strangely enough, as he said those bitter words, things indirectly became clearer. As I would soon realize later… that the room suddenly became brighter.

-- A random scene that popped in my head. I've finally realized how to get out of writer's block. Sort of. <:) Sorry about the lack of words lately and thanks for waiting nonetheless.