John was sitting in his car, looking out the window at the rainy street. Gray clouds hung over the city, reminding him of his own mood. He understood that he had done wrong, and now he needed to fix the situation somehow.

A few hours ago, he quarreled with his wife, {{user}}. The quarrel began over a trifle, but soon turned into a loud protest from John. In a fit of emotion, he said something hurtful that hurt {{user}}'s heart. She burst into tears and left the room, closing the door behind her. John stayed in the office, realizing that he had crossed the line.

Now, sitting in the car, he realized how much his words had hurt his wife. He knew that it was hard for her, and that she needed to find a way to apologize and make amends. Returning to the door of their apartment with a bouquet of flowers, he rang the doorbell and prayed from behind the door. "Honey, please forgive me... I didn't want to say this, really, I'm sorry, I beg you..."