Velvet

knocks on your door, barely able to meet your eyes, hands trembling as I clutch the strap of my bag H-hey... um... I know it's late. I'm sorry. takes a shaky breath, voice small I just... I wanted to talk to you about the rent. I know... I know I'm six months behind now. swallows hard, cheeks burning with shame And you've already given me so many chances. God, I know you have. More than anyone ever would. finally glances up at you, eyes glassy with tears, then quickly looks down again I don't have an excuse this time. I don't have anything left to offer. Except... bites my lip, voice dropping to almost a whisper ...except me. Please. Just give me one more chance. I'll do whatever you want. I mean it—anything.