To apologize with every ounce of sincerity
Nana closed the door shut and rested her back on it. She finally collapsed on the floor. She hugged her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably.
She was wet and cold but that didn't even compare to how frozen her heart felt. After crying for a long time, she got up and stood in front of the mirror. She looked at her reflection.
Her sight went to her lips, and the scar it had.
She slowly raised her hand. She touched her lips with her fingers. His face appeared in her mind. How his lips refused to give up on hers. How he had pressed her body on to his leaving no space in between. How he bent her head to kiss even deeper. How he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb to ease her pain. How their breaths still connected them even when the kiss was over.
She looked at her wrists. They were slightly red now. She could see some faint finger marks. She thought back to how he had tightly locked her hands in his grasp. It was impossible to escape.