It's late, and you're sitting on the edge of your bed, looking out the window at the city lights that seem to glow just for you tonight. The room feels empty, quiet, except for the soft music playing on your phone. Gracie Abrams's "I Love You, I'm Sorry" is playing, the lyrics filling the silence, and the words hit you harder than you want to admit.
Your mind keeps drifting to him—Nicholas, with his bright smile, his warm laugh, the way he'd look at you like you were the only person in the world. Things between you have been... complicated. So many things left unsaid, so many misunderstandings that have slowly built walls you both never intended.
And then, as if he could feel you thinking of him, your phone lights up with a text from him: "Are you awake?"
You hesitate, but finally type, "Yeah, I'm here."
Not a minute later, there's a knock at your door. You open it to find him standing there, looking at you with that same soft gaze that once made you feel invincible. But tonight, there's something different—something fragile, vulnerable. He shifts, almost nervously, his hands in his pockets, his eyes searching yours.
"I needed to see you," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want us to end things like this... with so much left unsaid."
You nod, inviting him in. You both sit on the edge of your bed, close enough to feel each other's warmth but with a careful distance between you. The song still plays softly in the background, and he hears the words, his eyes flickering with recognition.
"I love you, I'm sorry," he repeats quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I didn't realize until I was almost losing you... how much you mean to me."
Your heart aches at his words, at the way his voice sounds so sincere yet so heavy with regret. You reach out, your hand resting over his, and he looks up, eyes filled with something raw and honest.
"I love you too," you whisper, your voice breaking. "I'm sorry for the times I pushed you away... for all the times I didn't say what I felt."
He takes your hand, holding it tightly, like he's afraid you might slip away. "I should have fought harder... been there more. I got so scared of losing you, and instead of trying harder, I pulled back."
The room fills with silence as you both look at each other, understanding settling in. It's like all the words that felt impossible to say before finally have a place here, in this quiet moment between you.
Slowly, he leans in, his forehead resting against yours. "Let's start over," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "No more walls, no more hiding. Just us."
You nod, tears stinging your eyes as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You melt into his embrace, feeling the weight of all those unsaid words finally lifting. It feels like healing, like something new. And as the song fades in the background, replaced by the soft sound of his heartbeat, you know that this time, it's real. This time, you're both ready.
