I'll Try

It was pouring heavily outside. Kim sat by the door waiting for him to return. She had repeatedly called him but he wasn't answering the phone.

She couldn't really blame him, she had been so selfish, she wondered if he would forgive her. Thinking back she had done a lot of things, acted so selfishly that she wasn't sure he would return to her.

She got jealous if he spoke to a lady but she told her friends he was her brother. Recalling he asked why he loved her, her eyes began to itch.

By 9 PM, the doors opened. "Why are you sitting on the floor?" He asked.

Kim hurriedly got up, "I was waiting for you."

She noticed the water dripping from his hair, his clothes were wet too.

"You don't have to do that," His husky voice sounded. He had returned to how he formerly was. There was no trace of sadness or anger. She felt relieved because he wasn't angry, then anxious, it was better he yelled at her than act this way. It was unnerving.