Seeing her hurt was unbearable. I rushed to her side, my hands shaking as I tried to tend to her wounds, both physical and emotional.

"I hate myself for what I did." I murmured, my heart aching with guilt.

"I swear I'll put myself in therapy. I can't let this happen again, not ever." I clenched my fist.

Each word felt heavy as I looked into her eyes, searching for a glimpse of hope, a sign that she could forgive me. I can't bear seeing her like this. My heart is clenching so bad, it hurts.

"Please, Little Bear, I'll do anything. Just don't leave me." I pleaded, wishing I could take back the pain I inflicted.

As I grappled with the aftermath, it was clear that I needed to change, to grow, to ensure she never felt this way again. The love I had for her was worth fighting for, and I wouldn't stop until I proved it.