40: Won't Allow

SUNSHINE:

Knoxx was sorry.

Sorry for what? Which particularly was he sorry for because there were a lot of things that he should be sorry about. The fingers on my hand were not enough to count them.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong," he added.

I could feel his authenticity and the fast beating of his heart.

The cold air was blowing in our direction, but I was sweating a lot.

All I could do was to continue to gape at him because of surprise.

Knoxx. He never said sorry before. He was not sorry when the vase nearly fell on the top of my head when his brothers were goofing around upstairs. He was not sorry when he ruined my wedding.

And now…the wind had blown in the other direction?

I opened and closed my mouth when my mind went blank.

Of all the numerous times I needed to hear his apology, why only give it now?

Was it because of my tears? Was he moved because of it? Do I have to cry so that his heart will move? So that he will be enlightened that what he had been doing for the past had bee