Thinking of a way to say I'm sorry for something I'm not sure I do.

Please don't leave me, I thought as she reached for the door. Her hand hesitated when it reached the brass of the knob and I took the opportunity to stand and intercept her extension toward the exit.

Come on baby, let me in and show me what this really is…

I gently took her hand in mine from behind, hoping to distract her from her intentions. Her touch was soft and loving even in her foul mood.

"Something must have made you say that." I whispered, wrapping my other hand around her waist. "What did I do to make you say that to me?" My tone was calm, trying to soothe the hurt that was surrounding the one I love.

Something must have made you so mad…

I'd thought things had been going well for us lately, but Zelda's sudden outrages made me second guess myself. She yelled at me for insignificant things like washing the dishes or forgetting to buy something she'd asked for. It wasn't just annoyance, it was pure anger, like she hated me. It tore me up inside. I loved this woman more than anything, but I didn't want to be with her if my presence only infuriated her. I only wanted her to be happy, but at the same time my emotions begged to be by her side.

What can I do to make you say come back to me?

Zelda's head lowered, making her blonde hair fall over her eyes. I tightened my grip on her waist, but was careful not to hurt her. After the words that had been thrown at me earlier, I prepared for another bought of screaming. But to my surprise, I started to feel water start to drip onto the hand that was grasping at my princess's torso.

Hoping for a moment that I'd turn around and you'll be coming after me.

Zelda was…crying. Her shoulders shook slightly as I restrained her, like she was holding back her sobs.

"I can't…" she choked. "I c-can't do this anymore, Marth."

All I can say is that it's obvious you're all I see.

"I don't understand." I whispered, burying my face in her golden hair. She smelled like she always did, a mix of soap and the city air. It was the scent I woke up to every morning and last thing I thought about when I fall asleep. She was what kept me going, what kept me going to school and working my two jobs. I couldn't lose her now, not when I needed her this much. The tears started to fall from my own eyes as I thought about spending my nights alone, and not being able to see her smiling face in the morning.

Come on baby, let me in and show me what this really is about…

"I'm sorry for anything I did…" I continued softly, my voice not noticeably affected by my tears streaking my face.

cause I can't read you.

Suddenly, I felt Zelda's thin arms wrap around my waist. She had turned herself around to face me and now I could plainly see the pain etched in her expression. I gazed upon her in heartache, tormented by the sad angel's face. The resentment around her cheeks and lips had vanished from when she had been yelling at me, leaving the anguish she felt all that much more apparent.

"I'm sorry," She mouthed, unable to form the words with her voice. And with that she pulled me into a tight embrace. I willingly wrapped around my arms around her, hoping our problems could be solved this easily. Unfortunately, my hopes were shattered when Zelda started to pull away from me. She began to turn on her heel, heading for the door.

Something must have made you so mad.

I couldn't let it end this way; I couldn't let her leave. So, in one swift motion I pulled the woman back into my arms, leaned down, and pressed her gentle lips to mine. She at least needed to know I cared, and I couldn't think of a better way of expressing my feelings than in a simple kiss. Zelda didn't respond to my action; she didn't kiss me back.

"I'll be here in the morning if you say stay…" I murmured after pulling away from her, but still she did not respond to me.

"I'm sorry," She repeated aloud this time. My heart dropped to my stomach. She hadn't been apologizing for shouting at me earlier…she was apologizing in advance for leaving me.

Paralyzed, I watched her leave the small apartment.

What can I do…

She was leaving, and something deep inside me knew she wasn't coming back this time.

to make you say…

Feverish tears flushed my face.

Come back to me.