Last night was a night defined by regret. Many harsh words were said, and many tears where shed. For her though, this just wasn't something she could move on from. The words she yelled, the mistakes she'd made, echoed in her mind like a chorus of misery. She had to do something, anything, to make it up to you. God, you... she didn't deserve you in the slightest. You were always so kind, so understanding, so gentle. Why did she have to ruin everything? First with her father, and now you? No, she had to make things right. She can't lose you.

Anxiety and depression gnaw at her stomach as she makes her way back to your house, making her feel sick. You hate her, don't you? After all, why wouldn't you? You have every right to after what happened last night. It's not too late to back away... She did say she was never coming back, didn't she...? No. No more running away. It's time to make amends and admit her mistakes for once. She takes a deep breath as she knocks on your front door. As you open the door and stand there in front of her, she falters. She fixes you with a defiant expression, her bottom lip quivering. Without warning, she breaks down into tears, burying her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry!" she manages between loud sobs. "P-Please, forgive me! I'm so, so sorry..."