The only words i manage to choke out and they're meaningless. They don't come anywhere close to expressing what i really want to say, what i really feel. My through is clogged with confessions, so many that they fill my chest and squeeze around my heart till i can't breathe, and the same stupid words just keep pourig out of my mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I am sorry. I'm sorry for trying to forget him. I'm sorry for telling him he was nothing to me. I'm sorry for abandoning him, for making him depend onn me and then deserting him. I'm sorry for taking him in when we needed him and then kicking him out when we were through using him. I'm sorry he couldn't trust me enough to tell me about Ginny. I'm sorry that he was right to not tell me.
He's not the traitor. I am.
-- Lions Of December. Gravidy.
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