Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, neither am I the owner of Harry Potter or its characters. I make no money from this...nor any other thing, really. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it.
I'm sorry.
That was the only thing written in the piece of paper gracing her dresser.
I'm sorry.
As if those stupid words could erase the hurt she was feeling from his obvious change of mind.
I'm sorry.
But, was he really?
I'm sorry.
Well, she was fucking sorry too.
Sorry for giving him a chance to break her heart.
Sorry for letting him in.
Sorry for learning the way he preferred his tea.
Sorry for waking up and feeling as if her heart was being torn from her chest.
Sorry for expecting something from that man.
Sorry for kissing him that first time.
Sorry for screaming his name until her throat felt raw.
Sorry for shedding so many bitter tears for him.
She was sorry for a whole lot of things.
But the only thing she couldn't find in herself to be sorry for was loving him.
And as she burned the damned piece of paper, she felt sorry for him.
For a long long time I have been trying to write something happy...alas, it seems happy stories are not my thing. So, I wrote this kind of... drabble? I don't know. If you find any misspellings or grammar faults, be kind to tell me, please. Again, I hope you liked this little something, and if you didn't, well...shame on me ;D
Love.