She tells me that she's sorry, but as soon as I turn towards her she's already walking away. I watch her each step she takes feels like another jab to the stomach. Each step another sickness that would become my own regret one day, maybe not one day but from this point on. There's no point in running after her she's already out the door, I wish I could just reach out those doors and hold on to her one last time. I could just imagine it the perfect scene of a romantic movie, as I reach out into total darkness knowing she'll be there and whispering to her that no matter what I will walk beside her even through the eye of the storm. Back to reality, me being the idiot that I am, does not try to even attempt the scene. I know I should but she's probably far gone anyways...
