Sorry [Short Story]

It's only 50 words

I stand in front of her door a white tulip. I knock on the door and hope for the best. She opens the door, her brows knit together and her arms cross. She looks at me.

“I’m sorry.” I mutter looking down.

“You better be.” She grins adoringly, hugging me.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[coma black☯]

I actually love this. It explains so much in so little. I could relate as well.
Fantastic write :)