"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He apologized, whispering it over and over again, hugging me tightly like I'd slip into his arms if he loosened up. I sobbed hard as my punches on his chest got weaker, and I held his shirt to keep my balance. "I'm sorry for what I did in the past, Pen. I'm s-sorry..."
I could not utter another word anymore. The pain that crossed my heart is slowly killing me, letting me feel the rage of hell. I could not understand why I experienced everything I have experienced in the past. I had never made an immoral mistake! I had always been a good daughter and person! I had never been selfish; I always gave what I could to the people who needed my help! But why am I still feeling this way?
I could not remember how long we remained hugging in the living room. He was caressing
