She meant the world to me, but I cheated on her. And she found out. It was over between us and though I tried to repair the damage, she wouldn’t see me. I wrote letters explaining how I would change, but they were sent back unread. I bought flowers, chocolates, and soft toys, they were refused. She was totally obdurate in deciding to be rid of me, and I was a fool.
Word count: 72
I decided to write from the point of view of the wrongdoer for a change. This piece is not autobiographical.
This was written with the prompt obdurate provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #161.
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