Sorry

It was winter and Yaya was sitting alone on a bench, crying. The snowflakes drifted down and settled on her caramel hair like a crown but she didn't move.

"Yaya, if you keep doing this you are going to catch a flu," Kairi said, worried.

No response.

He tried to put his arm around her but she slapped it away.

Okay, a response.

He sighed in frustration. How long was she going to stay mad?

"Yaya, look I'm sorry okay? It was a mistake. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry," he apologised.

"Sorry isn't a cure," she mumbled angrily.

"Please forgive me Yaya. I won't do it again, I promise," he pleaded.

No answer.

"Damn it Yaya! How long are you going to stay mad with me? I'm sorry for taking your last candy okay? I'm sorry," he said pleadingly.

"It was my favourite candy," she whined.

Kairi sighed and pinched his nose; sometimes he wondered why he even dates this girl.