[Scared of silence. Scared of what happens when they hear him calling, but don't answer. But they're torn, too. Scattered. Full of things they want to say, but aren't ready to. Might never say. They've given up on "sorry," because sorry is just a meaningless word. Sorry isn't good enough. It's too late for sorry.
They don't want to say it at all. Feels like an excuse. Feels weak. But silence is... they can't tune this out. Can't run away.]
I don't know how else to make it up to you. I don't know how to repent.
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They don't want to say it at all. Feels like an excuse. Feels weak. But silence is... they can't tune this out. Can't run away.]
I don't know how else to make it up to you. I don't know how to repent.