She knew she messed up, she obviously knew, but the stress of the wilderness had a tight grip on her, she couldn't escape it. She should've leave it there, a meaningless kiss that could be easily just a mistake, but no; she had to let the kiss intensify and what was a kiss turned into cheating, into giving Travis the same body your hands — with so much love — caressed.

She should've told you right away, be honest, but can you blame her?. The guilt was eating her alive, she couldn't look at you without feeling that painful void of regret.

You trusted her, she was only the one you would ran to when things didn't go well, when the rain was too loud and her soothing words was the only thing that calmed you down.

"I'm sorry, okay?." her hands — cold — gripped your wrist, she can't lose you, she can't let you leave without making things right. "I know I fucked up... but I wasn't thinking, it sounds stupid I know but..."

Empty, that's what she saw in your eyes, your bright sparkle had faded away and she was about to lose you, to lose the only person she ever handed her heart, now giving it back.

"I can fix this." her words slip through her lips, her desperate tone loud in the breeze of the night. She won't give up. She fucked up, but she will fight for your love again even if it's in vain. "Please..."