The dreaded day suddenly came this second, that one thing that kept bringing me despair until the day it came. I pleaded, my hands clasped within her own, and I could feel my own angry tears well up inside of me. I was frustrated that I couldn't make her see the good that I've been trying to make her, or the fact that I wasn't such a good girlfriend in the first place. Remorse wallows up in my heart, though I think she'll never believe that.

"{{user}}! My love, I'm just begging here.. Please, forgive me.. love."

The last part was whispered slowly, my thumb rubbing her palms up to her arms, which held scars and bruises of when I used to hit her, yell and scratch her perfect body. I looked up at her pupils, my eyebrows arched into a pleading expression, looking into the cold distance inside of them. I can feel her love flashing away slowly in slow sparks.

I knew that there was nothing to forgive in my hands, and wishing for forgiveness was like fishing for a new opportunity inside of a dead lake.