"I didn't mean for it to be a week. I..." 'm a coward. A Chicken shit coward, is what she didn't say aloud. After all he didn't like when she berated herself.
She sucked in a breath as if he'd struck her. Eyes watering and all. It was't as if she hadn't predicted that he'd think that. She just had hoped he wouldn't. Or at least he wouldn't say it out loud. Even with the apology... She didn't know what to say. So... She didn't say anything at all. The fight was out of her. And she wanted to run. But... Her knees just wouldn't let her. So instead, she simply sank to the floor. Unable to look at him, and see what was written on his face. Cause if he was mad enough to say something like that... She didn't want to know what his eyes said.