My eyes moved down the page, scanning word for word on the glowing computer screen until my eyes hurt. When my eyes hit the bottom of the page, I slammed the screen downwards and just stared blankly at the sleek, metallic top of my laptop. A soft whimper echoed in the room, followed by the quiet sobs of a broken heart. Someone was crying. Someone is crying. I touched my face and drew back my fingers to reveal tiny pearls of teardrops hanging onto my fingertips.

I was crying.

I am crying.

I bit my lip and crumpled into my hands, muting my sobs that were building up into a loud wail.

"I am sorry."