Irene refuses to stare deep into Mino's eyes.

Scared that she will find hope in those dark brown orbs.

She refuses to hear the sadness and regret in his voice as he desperately begs her to listen to him reason.

Scared that her fragile heart will fall back deep into his cracks again.

She refuses to see him in this light, scared that he will, once again, ignite the flame she extinguished for months, the flame that left a scar in her heart.

She watch as his lips move,

“I’m sorry.”

Closure. That is all she ever needed from him.