Tomorrow gonna be a better day, with doubts he thought with a long deep breathe. He deleted his unsend text on his phone, " Babe, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He knew he did nothing wrong but ' sorry' was no more a feeling of guilt, It was a surrender. Surrender to save a almost done relationship which valued nothing to her. Every thing happened was his responsibility.
He wipes his eyes, and starts beating his pillow, they were as innocent as he was. Then the walls and her gifts, the gifts were no more precious. He stopped hurting when he saw blood all over his bed, " Oh fuck" he screamed, loud and loud.
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