This Pain Called Love

"Salm- Sal-... Salma..." He mumbled again with desperation this time. The woman sitting on the leather chair near the window starred back at him. She did not make any attempt to move to the bed he was laid on. She had changed a lot, he noticed.

Change, he was afraid of that.

Those forlorn eyes that stared back at him. How he wished to just turn back time to apologize for everything he had done to her- actually there would be no need to do so, for he would not dream of doing that to her in the first place. But it was too late now, he had to bear the fruits of his actions.

Apologies, Even those that were exquisitely composed, Were they enough to take away even half the pain he had caused her?

He noticed that she closed her eyes in anguish. The forlom epression was gone upon opening her eyes, and instead, a perfect pockerface with hard, determined eyes was shown.

Could she forgive him, he wondered, as the hand he had raised to at least hold hers fell weakly to the side of the bed.