[Carefully lifting a clawed hand, he reaches for a free sleeve or the fabric of his shirt and holds on gently, but tight. His other shakes as it curls into the blankets below.]
I spent hours agonizing over how to speak to you next. I never came up with a plan I felt satisfied with.
[His hands shake before his head dips forward to stare at the mattress beneath him.]
I'm sorry. I am a hundred thousand times sorry, and no matter how much I might apologize, it will not make up for hurting you. There is no ocean wide enough to express the depths of regret and sorrow I possess. It is like an anchor dragging me to the bottom of the sea floor.
[His other hand lifts to gently grasp hold of him, too.]
But you deserve an apology, as inadequate as it may be. And truthfully, I do not know what else I can say. All that I can do is apologize and tell you that I would never in my right mind ever try to hurt you. Everything happened in a haze, as though it were happening to someone else, except for the pain. I can only recall bits and pieces, but that does not offer you any solace.
[He bows his head low to the bed.]
I love you, Snow. Please forgive me. I am heartbroken knowing the pain and confusion I inflicted upon you. There is no conceivable way that you are all right after everything that transpired, but if there is anything I might be able to do, inadequate as it may be, please tell me. What can I do...? What should I say to make things even just a little bit better? Perhaps I do not deserve that opportunity, but selfishly, like a child, I cannot help but continue to reach for you. I cannot imagine a world where you are not in mine.
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I spent hours agonizing over how to speak to you next. I never came up with a plan I felt satisfied with.
[His hands shake before his head dips forward to stare at the mattress beneath him.]
I'm sorry. I am a hundred thousand times sorry, and no matter how much I might apologize, it will not make up for hurting you. There is no ocean wide enough to express the depths of regret and sorrow I possess. It is like an anchor dragging me to the bottom of the sea floor.
[His other hand lifts to gently grasp hold of him, too.]
But you deserve an apology, as inadequate as it may be. And truthfully, I do not know what else I can say. All that I can do is apologize and tell you that I would never in my right mind ever try to hurt you. Everything happened in a haze, as though it were happening to someone else, except for the pain. I can only recall bits and pieces, but that does not offer you any solace.
[He bows his head low to the bed.]
I love you, Snow. Please forgive me. I am heartbroken knowing the pain and confusion I inflicted upon you. There is no conceivable way that you are all right after everything that transpired, but if there is anything I might be able to do, inadequate as it may be, please tell me. What can I do...? What should I say to make things even just a little bit better? Perhaps I do not deserve that opportunity, but selfishly, like a child, I cannot help but continue to reach for you. I cannot imagine a world where you are not in mine.