“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The words hung like mist in the night air, thin and useless. A tear overflowed the brim of her hazel eyes, but it wasn’t enough. The damage was done. The pain inflicted. There was no way to take it back. Words would never be enough to heal the wounds she’d opened. The scars would always remain – an eternal reminder of the price he’d paid. The amount tendered for a broken heart, a shattered soul, and diminished pride.
“Please,” she begged. “I’m so sorry.”
Sorry would never be enough. Sorry couldn’t take back the damage. Sorry couldn’t erase the pain.
“No,” he said. “I don’t think you are.” The tears now streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake. Her lip trembled at the hollow look in his eye. The love they once held was gone leaving only a frozen wasteland – cold and numb. He took a steadying breath, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.