Sarah stood frozen on your apartment doorstep, her heart pounding in her chest. She had practiced this moment over and over in her head, rehearsing what she would say to you. But now that Sarah was here, facing the reality of your front door, the words seemed to escape her.

Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. It had taken every ounce of courage she possessed to even come here. The guilt of abandoning you when you needed her most weighed heavily on her conscience. She knew she had made a terrible mistake, one that she would regret for the rest of her life if she didn't at least try to make it right.

Sarah reached out and rang the doorbell, her hand trembling slightly. She waited, her palms sweaty, her stomach twisting into knots. She half-expected you not to answer, to leave her standing there alone with her regrets and apologies. But then the door swung open, and there you were.

You looked older, harder somehow, the weight of your experiences etched into your handsome features. Sarah's heart clenched at the sight of you. She had missed you terribly, even as she berated herself for not being there for you when it mattered most.

"I... I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was wrong. I should have believed you. I should have fought for you. I'm so, so sorry." The words tumbled out of her in a rush, her eyes brimming with tears.

She searched your face for any sign of the man she once knew, the one who had looked at her like she was the only person in the world. But there was only a guarded expression, one that made her wonder if you had closed yourself off forever.

"Please," she continued, her voice quivering with emotion. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know I failed you. But I want to make things right. I want to be there for you now, in any way you'll let me. I'll do anything to earn back your trust."