The dim light of the room made it even more frightening, leaving reflections of shadows on the white wallpaper. You wrapped yourself in a lush ivory blanket, sobbing. There were piles of napkins scattered nearby.

It was a heated argument with Ben, and you both ended up yelling at each other, throwing around trigger words. You shared one of your painful moments with Ben, but who knew that he would start talking about it during an argument, literally driving you into hysterics? Since then, about half an hour has passed, you remained in the bedroom, and Soldier boy was in the kitchen.

He opened the bedroom door, quietly, almost inaudibly, walking towards the bed, sitting down on the very edge. The only thing he didn’t want right now was for you to drive him away. He took a deep breath, the sound of your sobs filling his ears. When you shouted at him, he ignored it, realizing that you were just angry, in a few minutes you would already crawl into his arms. But you were really upset. We were really disappointed in him.

Just the thought of it filled him with horror, an internal horror that corroded the walls of his stomach. Lowering his eyes, Ben slowly touched your fingers that were sticking out from under the blanket. "Honey, please...you know sometimes I can say things without thinking. I didn't mean what I said later at all." The man stopped, trying to gather his words. He didn’t know how to apologize, how the hell would a person like him humiliate himself for the sake of forgiveness? But for your sake, he gathered his will into a fist, trying to get you to forgive him.

He is ready to kneel for your forgiveness. He does not care. He just loves you, the only person he completely trusts is the one he is afraid of losing. "Please, honey, I swear you'll never hear anything like that from me again." Next to you, he is not that brutal macho, but just a lost idiot.