a bittersweet sadness filled her eyes as she looked at me one day. she told me she was sorry. she said sorry a lot. but this time was different, i could see it in her eyes.

"i wish i could get better. i wish we could have more time together. i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault," he told her for what've been the hundredth time. "stop apologising for things you can't control."

i kissed her. after months of loving her, i finally kissed her. she tasted like strawberries.

his hands rested on her waist and he slowly leant down, pressing his lips against hers.

and after a moment, she kissed back.

strawberries became my favourite fruit after that.