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He waited. Patiently at first, then with growing frustration. He told himself he'd apologize, that he'd find the right moment to make things right. But the words never came. And each time he thought about them, about her, about the way she had looked at him when she left-something snapped inside him. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

The anger bubbled up, replacing the guilt, and the more he tried to control it, the more it consumed him. Why did she have to go? he asked himself, his mind swinging from regret to rage in the blink of an eye.

He was sorry. But then... there were moments when he didn't feel sorry at all. When he couldn't stand the thought of her walking away like she was nothing. He felt betrayed. Angry. She didn't know how lucky she was to have him.

His moods crashed back and forth, like the violent tides of the ocean. One moment, he was planning his words, rehearsing his apology in the quiet corners of his mind, convincing himself that he could fix it. The next, he was consumed with a rage that screamed she was his and only his, and no one-no one-was ever going to take her from him again.

He had waited to say the words, but the chance never came. And now, with her gone, he realized it didn't matter if he was sorry anymore. He would find her, pull her back into his world, and make her realize that they were meant to be together. Whether she understood or not.