C22 Moving Forward

"My God Brenton, what did you do?" I was opening the door for him, as he was insisting on carrying our bags.

His studio was all messed up. Canvases scattered here and there. Paints, brushes were everywhere. My goodness, he had a fallout too, it was all because of me. I looked at him, he just shrugged.

I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know I hurt you too