Ninety-six

Once the door of my room is locked, the first statement Brandon utters is, "I am sorry." Everything slows. My foot pushing forward hangs in the air momentarily and drops with a thud. I gasp, it is barely audible but the silence lends the sound volume.

He is sorry.

Tears pool in my eyes, my hand goes over my mouth. "You have never apologised."

My eyes round to saucers, I stare at his rigid back. Brandon has always apologised with his actions rather than words, until now, I didn't realise how much those three words could mean to me. A strange feeling washes over me, I giggle once, soon, I am laughing hysterically. Not in mockery of me or him but pure delight, awe. Oh, my God. He is sorry.

He spins so fast, I back up against the door. "Is it too late?" I shake my head, he takes my hands, eyes closing. "I am sorry for leaving for Paris without resolving the issue like you wanted us to. I am sorry I didn’t tell you about