As he admitted to the grave sin he knew he had committed, even if he could justify it, he hesitantly looked at the young woman. He expected to find himself scorned, with hateful words and disdainful eyes, no–he hoped for it.
Instead, he found a look in Charlotte's saddened eyes that were not angered at him, but engraved with a sorrow at the one she looked at.
"I'm sorry, Finn," Charlotte apologized. "I should've been there."
'Why? Why are you saying that? Don't say that–don't apologize, not to me. Please–I can't handle that,' Finn thought in his mind.
The silken-haired girl sat beside him, placing her hand atop his own to comfort the young man, "I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm sure you did everything you could, right?"
Asked such a thing, he couldn't respond, not knowing if that was the truth in his own heart as the regret within him swelled.
