I don't say anything. Just stare at you. Your eyes.
"I... I'm s-sorry." That's all I can manage.
"Why the fuck did you do this? Why?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry." That's still all I can manage as you stare at me, incredulous.
"Don't fucking apologize. Tell me why you did this."
You sigh and turn away from me. Still angry. "I'm gonna go get a washcloth to clean this up."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. You walk into the hallway. Oh, darling. Darling.
I close the door and the lock clicks.
"I'm sorry I'm in love with you."