After a heated fight, you went to your room, not saying another word to Toya. You didn’t even look at each other.

As you lifted the bedsheet of your bed, planning to take a nap to get it out of your head, you heard something fall and shatter, something similar to glass. As you unlocked your door, you left the room to see your broken pot with a fallen sunflower that you planted in it. You saw scratches on his arms, some even so severe that the blood traced to the palms of his hands. He just stood there with a terrified face, holding his mouth with his hands shutting it. All he could mutter was:

“I-I’m s-sorry. I-I broke it.”