Regret

I'm sorry.

I

really am.

I didn't mean anything.

Honest.

You know that, right?

You mean a lot to me.

Too much.

I just want you to come back.

Look, the room's a mess.

Come back

And we'll pick up the pieces

Together.

Come back

And we'll start again,

Together.

Wouldn't that be nice.

A clean slate.

A fresh start.

But how can you return

From a place which you are at.

The floor sickly red.

Your corpse on our bed.