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Apology
His fingers trailed on the mattress, its soft fabric didn't comfort him in the least bit. Instead, it fueled his rage, took away the little inner peace he had. He hated the person he had become, hated how he treated her.
She was the only one who understood him, taught him how to handle his crafts, aided him in his misdeeds. Yet, he kept on using her for his own selfish purposes, taking her kindness for granted, and making her an accomplice to his malice acts of rage.
But Ingrid was a kind soul and never complained. Maybe that was the reason he kept on using her because of her easygoing nature.
He got out of the room and made a dash to the bathroom. Sprinkling his face with water, he took a hard stare at the mirror.
Ingrid, he thought, I'm a fool for letting you get wrapped up in my mess. No, too simple.
Ingrid, he tried again, I'm sorry for everything. Too soft.
Ingrid, he chanted, this should have never happened. Too vague.
Ingrid, he threw out, what I did to you was unforgivable. Too harsh.
Ingrid, he cooed, the things I let you do is inimical. Too foolish.
"Ingrid," he said, his vision latched on the mirror. "I -"
As he was about to try another version, Ingrid stood in the doorway framed in a lacy purple nightgown.
"Are you coming back to bed," she asked, her voice was drowsy. She rubbed her eyes. "Did you have something to tell me, Dash?"
"Yeah, will be there soon." He chuckled. "No, don't worry about it. I changed my mind."
"Are you sure? If anything is wrong, just let me know." Her voice was laced with concern.
Dash knew he was lucky to have Ingrid in these unfortunate times. Tomorrow, he was going to come clean to her, and apologize too. She deserved that much after everything she had done for him.
She was a special woman and deserved an unique apology.
End