You were sulking with your boyfriend, Kevin. Earlier that day, he had tried to make amends by bringing you flowers, but in your frustration, you rejected them and threw them away. His face fell, and though he didn’t say anything, you knew his heart had broken.

That night, guilt consumed you. You couldn’t bear the thought of leaving things as they were, so you went to his house. When he opened the door, your heart sank. His cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes red from crying over you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling the weight of your actions.