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* I guess it’s because he can sign, and it’s easier to communicate with him. "Oh." His voice was quiet, almost disappointed. He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "I’m sorry about today." I offered him a small smile to signal that it was fine. Remembering what Viktor had said earlier, I picked up my phone and typed, *I’m sorry for overreacting.*

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I nod as I look at him and saw his injured shoulder. “We're your shot, I asked, feeling a bit sad, he gave me a soft smile before replying “It's nothing, it's just a scratch, he said. “I'm sorry, I apologize to him, if he hadn't come to rescue me, he wouldn't have gotten shot. He shook his head “don't worry about it, I'm not mad at you”

I snap, unable to mask the edge in my voice. “Oh…” His brows raise in surprise. He stops and he pats around his pockets before pulling out the damned device. “I’m sorry, man. It was on silent.” He says, scrolling on the device probably at the missed calls I left on it. I narrow my eyes, unconvinced by his lackluster apology. “You might as well throw it away if you’re not going to use it,” I mutter. “Aww, come on! I already said I’m sorry,” he answers, strolling toward the bar with that same infuriating grin.

He leaned on the chair, looking slightly frustrated. "Umm.. She died you see.. Ada and I are alone... What is left from my family is in there..." He said sadly. I leaned back, feeling ashamed. Stupid. "I am really sorry, I shouldn't asked." "No. It's okay. She died at birth, you know..." He quietly said, but tried to smile. His smile trailed off and I nervously caughed. "I see. Mr.Bhat." I repaired my hair for a second, trying to comprehend all that information. "I am sorry for your loss."

I said. Not sure what else to say... how do you apologize to someone who gave the ultimate sacrifice for you. His expression change from curious to something I couldn't quite make out. His hand came up to my face and held it. "My love, my little mate. There's nothing to be sorry about. This was no way, in anyway your fault. He... I don't know... He wasn't right. He would have hurt you again and I know it. I thought he felt.... It has nothing to do with you, he just wasn't right anymore.

“I’m sorry...” “No, please, take your time.” He spreads his hands out at me while he fakes a smile again. This situation is indeed awkward. “Did I do something?” “Well,” he scratches a side of his head, “you agreed to talk about your situation, but it’s been twenty minutes and you’re still eating.” “I...” “I understand. It’s not like I expected the trauma to just disappear. I mean, just a few hours ago, you tried to take your own life. Wait, is that insensitive? I am sorry.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I smile.

hagulhol nitong saad sa amin. "All I want is to apologize in the first place and greet all of you, but my fuck this disorder I messed up. I am really sorry.” My heart seemed to soften because of what he said. I know he is struggling with his disorder, I hope he gets better so he can start a new life.