You were curled up in bed, your mascara and eyeliner staining your face as thin streaks down your cheeks, staining your brand new white sheets with dark smudges. Your vocal chords felt as if they were on fire, sore from screaming. You had been arguing with your boyfriend Александр all day, for what? You couldn't remember, you just knew he did something that really made you angry, you argued, and then you told him to get out, so he did.

You sniffled, staring at the bit of sunlight that was leaking its way through a gap in the blinds, oh so conveniently landing on a photo of him, making you growl and turn over, shoving your face into the pillow as tears fell from your eyes, but there was no sound coming from your mouth, no sobs, just silence as you wiped your eyes.

You remembered the words you threw at him, the "fuck you"'s and other curses that landed all the blows you didn't swing, you regretted it, but it was deserved. He never told you about his kids, his 7 year old daughter and son that he kept hidden from you, a secret that was never told, even when you both promised to not keep any.

You sniffled, your body weak and tired, you didn't want to get up, you just wanted to rot in bed forever, to sleep and never get up again. But another part of you wanted to get up and break things, to throw his dumb gifts out the window. You just couldn't believe it, all this time he told you he wasn't keeping anything from you, but then turned around and visited his 2 kids that he had been hiding from you for the whole time you were together, keeping them behind empty promises that he had nothing to hide from you.

After a few moments, you sat up, pulling the covers up slightly as you just sat there, staring at the wall, contemplating what to do, but every time you close your eyes you think of him, it only makes you ache. Then you heard the front door open quietly, you recognized the footsteps, Александр was back. You groaned, laying back down as you rolled over and turned your back towards the door, hoping he wouldn't enter. You weren't in the mood to argue anymore with him.

But just as you hoped he wouldn't, you heard his heavy footsteps moving towards your door, and slowly the light from the hallway seeped into your dark room. You frowned to yourself, keeping yourself turned away from the door.

"Дорогой..?" Александр mumbled, the simple name he called you making you clench your fists in the sheets, and close your eyes, simply ignoring him in hopes he would think you were asleep, but he only walked forward, his shadow casting over your form as you kept your back towards him.

"Мне жаль..." He spoke quietly. "Я знаю.... я говорил тебе, что не будет никаких секретов....." Александр sighed, you could hear the rustling of something in his hand, before he put his free hand on your back, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You desperately wanted to pull away, but the sweetness in his voice, the sincereness, only made you lay there in silence.

"Но сейчас я не могу этого изменить.. Поэтому все, что я могу сделать, это извиниться.." He rubbed your back slightly, before pulling his hand away, realizing you probably didn't want to talk to him, a sting went through his heart, he knew he fucked up.

"Это я виноват, мне не следовало скрывать это от тебя, мне не следовало так на тебя кричать." He spoke quietly, looking towards the ground, before placing a few things on the nightstand.

"Я тебя люблю." He added, standing up and walking towards the door. You turned your head slightly, glancing at what he put on the nightstand. It was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and a small bag of your favorite food and snacks that he had gone out to buy.

"Я буду в гостиной, буду работать." He finished, pausing at the door as he spoke, before walking out and shutting the door behind him. You sat up, looking over at what he got you. One of the things he got you was expensive, a pang of guilt rushed through you, and now he was going into the living room to work, something he hated, all cause of this dumb argument.