Ch. 88 - Bewildered in guilt.
Feeling embarrassed for what I did, not wanting to stay in the same room with her, feeling guilty for my vile behavior. I simply think of an excuse to leave and let her be alone for a moment. I wonder if I can still face her in the same way before after what I did.
I picked up her clothes from the dryer, freshly cleaned and all dried up and warm. I unfolded and shook it off, I stare at its long sleeves, garments that stretched from her nape all the way to her knees. She is very devoted about her religion, and has kept a modest appappearance for years. I feel like I've abused my privilege and allowed myself to lose control. Now our relationship wouldn't be the same again.
With his head down, feeling despondent. He walks up back to her, carrying her clothes in a formal manner. Even though its his own room, he doesn't want to just barge in. Giving her a sense of privacy, caused by his guilt for violating her earlier.