When You're Gone
Chapter 8: Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word
I went into Vincent's room. He glanced up from his bed.
"Yuffie."
"Vinnie?" I asked, "Can I talk to you?"
"Like the way you did before? No."
"I was just tired of you not knowing how I felt," I said, "Not like that was an excuse... I really love you. But I guess I'm just...well, you think of me as a friend. Not just a friend, right? At least a good friend. Not romantically, of course, but...you know?"
"You're a good friend. One of my best friends. But I love Shelke."
Why couldn't I just tell him I was sorry? Agh, I'm an idiot.
"I want you to be happy. I really do! And if you're happy with Shelke..."
"I'm sorry, Yuffie."
"For what? I'm the one who was a rude bitch. I'm sorry." There. I said it. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"I should've been more considerate. And I forgive you," he said.
We shook hands and I smiled. He didn't since he's Vincent.
Short. I know. But I liked this chapter...well, I say that about all of them.
'Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word' is by Elton John.