Andor.
The next morning, My eyes opened in my room to the sound of a knock on my door. I looked out the window and realized that the sun was already up; with my head still banging from last night's hangover, I got up and pulled the door open.
Derek was standing outside my door; he had a worried expression.
"What is wrong?" I asked him. He looked down in shame, making me wonder about the huge crime he had committed that could not be spoken about or forgiven.
"You can talk to me," I said, Sincerely.
Derek stayed mute and frozen outside my door, causing me to contemplate shutting the door against him. After all, I had a headache the size of a mountain on my head. As long as it was not an emergency and no one was being attacked, then there was nothing that I could have done to assist him.
"I am sorry." Derek finally splurted out.
"For what?" I wondered.
