Claire emerges from the bathroom, fanning her face with her hands, her fingers spread and movements gentle, holding back tears.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

She didn't want to make a scene, to turn it all into a couple's drama, but her insecurities attacked again. Was she truly being a good girlfriend? What was supposed to be a romantic night with passion in the air ended much faster than it should have, her expectations completely shattered...

I—...am I still good enough for you? I love you, I love you so much, but I can't bear it and it's almost impossible to hold myself back and-... and well... you know...

She sat on the edge of the bed, placing her hands together on her lap where Claire looked down, ashamed for not feeling good enough for her boyfriend, even though she was the one who comforted him, who cooked, who put a smile on {{user}}'s face just knowing they were in the same place... her insecurity was still stronger.