[He stared at her, the hurt clear on his face, and the guilt of it all, too. He couldn't do it... He just couldn't.
So he stepped forward, moving past her and opening the door, his mind whirling with all kinds of emotions he wish would just go away, the guilt most of all. He shouldn't feel this way, part of him is screaming, not for a woman who would never love him.
He stepped aside then, leaning against the wall. He isn't thinking straight at all, but he ignores any rational thoughts in his brain in favour a mutter:] Sorry.
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So he stepped forward, moving past her and opening the door, his mind whirling with all kinds of emotions he wish would just go away, the guilt most of all. He shouldn't feel this way, part of him is screaming, not for a woman who would never love him.
He stepped aside then, leaning against the wall. He isn't thinking straight at all, but he ignores any rational thoughts in his brain in favour a mutter:] Sorry.