Tina insisted relentlessly with a persistence born from her overwhelming guilt, her blue eyes darting to me repeatedly with guilty looks that betrayed the remorse eating at her soul after our intense night and morning encounter. Guilt is a currency that will never depreciate... unless the source is destroyed—unlike other currencies which are volatile.
She forced me to go shopping with her that very afternoon, declaring firmly that I needed new clothes to replace the ones she had torn during her uncontrolled rage, and she dragged me out the door of my apartment before I could protest further, my vanilla-scented skin still tingling faintly from the soothing bath I had taken earlier. If it's her way to lessen her guilt, then I am sorry—really sorry for her.
