A Collection of Short Stories and Snippets

I'm Sorry

I wrote this little snippet last week and usually I leave the snippets I'm writing very open so I can write them into a longer story but I don't think this one needs anything else. I can't remember but I think when I wrote it I was listening to Sorry by Nothing But Thieves.

There's a little bit of swearing in this one.

Written: Sep 2020

Word Count: 332

She turns over again. His side of the bed is too cold and she can hear the television running quietly downstairs.

She sighs. Damnit. When she'd vowed she'd never make him sleep on the couch after a fight she'd fucking meant it.

Carefully, she slides her bare legs from under the covers, her feet hitting the cold wooden floors. As quietly as she can, she finds her way down the dark staircase, to the lounge.

She watches him silently. His feet are propped on the table, the throw blanket draped across his long legs, and his jaw is set. He's watching a documentary on the Atlantic Ocean but the glassy look in his eyes says he hasn't taken anything in.

"I know you're there..."

She pads out to the middle of the room, standing in front of the TV. He pulls one leg off the table and settles it on the other side of her legs, trapping her between them.

"I vowed to you," she starts, her voice shaky. "I would never make you sleep on the couch if we were fighting. So, unless you really want to sleep on the couch, I need you to come upstairs, please."

His jaw softens and he reaches for her hands, tugging her down into his lap. She goes willingly, her knees either side of his hips, she wraps her arms around his neck and burrows tightly into him. She sighs contently.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs into her ear, his fingers tugging the tangled threads from her hair.

She shakes her head. Three hours on, she knows she wasn't being fair.

"I'm sorry too."

They don't say anything else. There's nothing else to say. Except maybe 'I love you' but the way he brushes his fingers through her hair and the way she clings to him says it all.

Eventually, when she's starting to drift off, he finds the TV remote as quietly as he can without jostling her and carries her back to bed.