Alpha Rasmus

She sat in the corner of the darkroom on the cold tiled floor, hugging her knees to her chest as tears kept pouring out of her eyes. She didn't wipe them away. She was in agony. Her heart pained and she just couldn't stop this ache.

Somehow she knew the pain was related to him. It was all because of him.

Why does he have so much effect on her?

She wasn't this weak before.

"Catherine." His deep voice resonated in the coldness of the room causing the hair on her nape to stand up.

She hid her face in her arms and curled more into herself. She didn't want to see him. She didn't even want to hear his voice.

She heard his heavy footsteps approaching as he stopped right in front of her. Her knuckles and nails turned white with the pressure she was grasping her arms.

"Catherine." This time his voice appeared broken and sad. Why was he sounding as if he was in pain? He shouldn't act like that. He should be happy.

"I'm... I'm sorry." His words were a small whisper but she heard them loud and clear.

How ironic it was when you crush something into millions of tiny little pieces and then apologize. Would that heal and bring those broken pieces back? No, sorry won't do anything. It was just a bluff of ointment on your wounds that would only rot more over time.