I'm sorry.

I say your name,

"Please don't do this," He begs again, "Please don't go." I just ignore him as I stuff the rest of my stuff into my backpack, scowling. "Shut the fuck up," I hiss, "I'm sick of you and your shit." "Where are you gonna motherfuckin' go?" "I don't know. Somewhere other than this fucking hellhole." I sling the bag onto my shoulder before I strut to the door, only for him to grab my arm and stop me.

And in the same breath,

"Gamzee. Let. Me. Go." I growl in a threatening tone, glaring at the floor as if it were the older male that was gripping my biscep. "Kar please, I'm sorry for whatever shit I fucked up! Just please..." His grip thightens before I yank my arm away, "Don't go... I-" "You what?" I whip around to face him, my eyes now angry, narrow slits, "You want me? You adore me? Bullshit!" I notice how glossy his eyes are getting as he tries to blink back his tears.  "I motherfucking need you..."

I say something,

I can't help but flinch, my anger fading when I hear how shaky his voice was. But I just shake my head, masking my pity with more rage, "Shut up!" I shout and before I can run out the door, he hugs him close to him, "I love you Kar..." "God damnit Gamzee! I fucking hate you!" I scream at the top of my lungs, only to shut my mouth the instant those words escape my lips. He lets me go, stepping away from me with a widen eyed expression, his tears finally spilled over and running down his cheeks, "Kar..." I stare at him. I can't help it. As fast as I can, I rush forward and hug him close, both of us sobbing, muttering apologies to each other between our weeps.

I'll grow to regret.