He stared at me in silence, as if surprised to hear that name coming from my mouth. His eyes trembled ever so slightly as he gazed into me, his mouth slightly opened to mumble out the words hanging on the tip of his tongue.
"Violet, I—" he faltered, unsure about what to say, "I'm sorry."
As if hearing a curse, my heart pounded loudly. In every passing minute, I could feel my heartbeats getting faster and faster that I was afraid it would jump out of my chest. A part of me knew that she would be gone, but a part of me also wished for her to stay.
"Why?" my voice trembled as I asked, showing the fear in me, "Why are you sorry?"
Even before hearing his answer, tears began to blur out my vision, threatening viciously to fall down my cheeks. I bit back my lips to brace myself and immediately felt my heart sink when hearing the truth.
