A writing prompt picture (Source.)
“I’m not sorry.” There was a sharp pain somewhere in his chest – “It was an accident. You didn’t mean it -” – but he couldn’t pinpoint it to his heart. He turned back from the door with a childish hope that his mother might still put up a fight and stop him. “You didn’t mean it -” Tears slowly slid down his cheeks, but he knew he wasn’t lying. “I’m not sorry”, a whisper, an ache of dying hope.