Elijah's pov ;
My voice trembled as I repeated the words. "I'm sorry for not seeing you, for not caring enough to understand how you felt. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain."
Tears gathered in his eyes, and I could see the raw emotion reflected in his gaze. It was overwhelming and painful to see him like this, and I couldn't help but feel stressed with guilt for all the hurt I had inflicted upon him. It breaks my heart and pains my soul.
But he shook his head and he struggled to even speak. "Sorry doesn't fix everything," he said fiercely, meeting my eyes with a determined look. "Sometimes, it doesn't fix anything at all. And I never wanted to tell you any of this. It's fucking embarrassing and pathetic." His voice cracked, and he took a deep breath before continuing. "You know Samantha sent me photos of you and her in bed together. Hugging and kissing each other."
W-What? Photos?
