His favorite balaclava shrunk 3 sizes down and it was your fault. You hated messing up. Afraid you would make him angry; you hated making people upset.

“I’m sorry—I don’t know what I did!”

“It’s okay-,”

“I- I Can fix it I swear—just let me fix it,”

Tears slowly pooled your eyes as you took the balaclava in your shaky hands.