Amy turned to stare at him, her eyes filled with a thousand emotions, “Let go of me, Luther. Perhaps I should really leave. Leave your vicinity.” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
“I'm sorry.” Luther muttered below his breath, loud enough for Amy to hear. His ears reddened as he clenched his fists in embarrassment, “I really am.”
Merely from his words, Amy could tell that Luther wasn't the kind of person used to the word, ‘sorry.’ The word was way beneath him. Even when he looked extremely sorry, Luther still looked like someone who commanded the words. He didn't look weak or small. For him to say the word, Amy knew he was extremely sorry. Deep down, she could feel his sincerity.
Amy flashed Luther a small smile, “It's okay, I'm okay. You don't have to apologize.” she s
