I let go of her wrists as soon as I saw the crack in her eyes. I stared at my hands for a minute, trying to think why I had just been so rough with her. I could see the imprint of my fingers on her wrists, informing me that I had lost my control.
'I'm.. ' I wanted to say it, to say I'm sorry but I couldn't. If I was really sorry then I wouldn't have lost control, then I wouldn't have scared her. I tried to move off of her but she gripped my biceps, holding me right there.
'No, I'm sorry.' She whispered as a single tear left her eyes. A tear I didn't want there so I wiped it away. It's like she had read my mind and knew what I wanted to say but she said it instead.
'I just, I, for a second..' she stopped talking but I finished off her sentence, knowing exactly what she was going to say.
