Forgive Me.

It was around 12 in the midnight when Tobias, seated in the comfort of his house study, burnt cigarette bud in between his fingers, came up with what he defined as the solution to his current predicament. All this had come about because of his shitty attitude, one he had not wanted to admit to having in the first place, but with it all up in his face, it was impossible not to. So, what was the easiest way to solve his problem? He had asked himself, right before grabbing a bottle of vodka and a cigarette that he hasn’t touched in years, settling in the dim comfort of his office and lighting the stick up. Now, the bottle of alcohol was near empty, the cigarette was almost finished, and Tobias had come up with the best solution. One he was proud of. All he needed to do to solve this situation, was make Amara realize how truly sorry he was, which, he was! After everything had blown up in his face, Tobias painfully realized what type of a jerk he had been. Not paying attention to her during