Pride

We fought again, and this time it feels different. The terrible one. I lost count of the hours we'd been at war. Our words sharper than swords, our hearts colder than ice. It started over something so small, but it had quickly snowballed into a monstrous avalanche, threatening to bury our relationship beneath its weight.

I had been so stubborn, so unwilling to admit my wrongs. I'm so angry with myself for letting things get this bad. The petals lie scattered and trampled. Now I stand alone, surrounded by the wreckage of my own making. Oh, you're gone.

Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the curtains seemed to taunt me with the absence of your gentle touch. Memories of happier times flooded my mind. I could still hear your voice, your words of encouragement, and your promises of eternal love.

I sat on the edge of my bed. My gaze fixed on the rain-streaked glass. Anger, hurt, and confusion swirled within me. You'd stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you with a force that seemed to shake the very foundation of our love. I could hear you pacing back and forth in the hallway; your footsteps were a mournful dirge that echoed the emptiness in my soul.

I should've apologized sooner, should've tried harder to understand your point of view. But pride got the better of me, blinding me to the love that had once been so precious. And now I'm paying the price.

Hours passed, and the silence that enveloped our once-vibrant home grew heavier with each passing moment. I miss your comforting presence and the way your laughter used to fill our room. Now, all I feel is the chilling void that surrounds us. I realized how much you meant to me, how foolish I had been to let a petty argument jeopardize our bond.

I wanted to chase after you, to tell you how sorry I am and make things right. But I'm afraid of admitting my own mistakes.

I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear. I don't know how I'll face you again or how I'll ever be able to look at you in the eye and say, "I'm sorry."

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