The silence reigns for a long while, the quiet night sounds surrounding them, though even they're strange, less real than everything else around them. He looked away from her, dark eyes fixed on the cement, on the blood that stained and pooled.
"How do I even begin to tell you that I'm sorry?" he said after a long silence, wiping his hand on his pants, a smear of blood left behind. "I've been trying to decide if I should just... leave."