Committed To Trying To Write Daily

She looked at me; her eyebrows stretching up, above the wire-rimmed glasses. Her lips were thin and tight, and not with anger this time. One small brown curl rocked back and forth with the motion of her head. The eyebrows slowly slid back down into place as she released a long sign.

I'd let her down. Again. And this time I wasn't sure I'd ever have another chance. The bank vault full of trust might just be empty after this little episode.

I didn't say "I'm sorry." Not this time. Not again. She's heard all of that before. I put my head down, slinking off to my room.