I stood there frozen.
Not sure if what I just heard was some sort of post traumatic vision, but I don't think my imagination could this creative and delusional.
"What?"
Startled I pushed him back and stared at his face. Trying to see if it was really him standing there, because for all the time I known him there was never a time when he ever apologized like that.
The closest he could ever get was him pretending that it never happened.
I was still sure that this wasn't him, that I was still passed out from the loss of blood.
"I apologized."
I could see that he was just as uncomfortable with this as I was so I did us both a favour and stepped to the side and walked out of the room.
This time he hadn't tried to stop me, so I left him in the dining hall.
The only problem with that wa
