Himchan's sorry

Himchan felt horrible. He sat and counted all the ways he let her down. He counted all the times he was the source of her tears. He sat there and counted on his fingers, but he was running out fast. He moved on to his toes, but it seemed that wouldn't help much.
He buried his face in his hands and groaned. He hated himself for it. He loved her. He still loves her. He is just a stuck up boy.
He lifted himself off the bed and tapped lightly on the locked bathroom door.
"Go away." Her voice was strained from the crying, but she still managed to choke out the words. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
He turned to the door and leaned on it. "Please, I just..."
"Please just leave me alone, Himchan." She pleaded with a defeated tone in her voice.
Himchan sighed. "I'm going to go for out."
No response. He sighed again and walked out the door with his keys and hoped in the car. He went to the near by mall and parked at random. He opened up the door and walked inside as if he was a zombie.
He looked around to see where he ended up. He was in an arts and crafts isle in some store. He reached out for the mason jar that was sitting to his right. He picked up a smaller one and turned them in his hands as he thought.
He quickly grabbed gold paint and glitter. He found something that looked like a stem of a flower and grabbed a handful before grabbing a big, cheap paint brush. He found colored paper that was pre cut into the way he wanted. He ran to the side of the store with coffee filters and grabbed some. He ran to get her favorite green teas, candy and fruit and ran the the register. He paid for the items and went to find his car.
He raced home and put water on the stove to boil. He remembered seeing how to make flowers on the internet out of coffee filters. He quickly found it and went to work.
He put newspaper on the table of the kitchen and opened the bottle of gold paint. He carefully painted the outside of the mason jar the gold.
He poured the glitter on the newspaper and waited for the first layer of paint to dry before he painted a second one.
Once the water was done boiling, Himchan waited to pour water into her favorite cup so it couldn't get cold. He put others into smaller dishes.
He made a couple of coffee filter flowers and brought them to the cool tea. He dipped them in the tea and waited for the liquid to permeate through the filter until he was satisfied with the color. He continued to do that until all of them where colored to his liking and he put them in a cup to dry.
Back to painting he went. He coated the mason jar one last time with the gold paint and set it down for later so he could put the glitter on the bottom fourth of it.
He reached for the colored paper.
He wrote things he loved about her. He wrote down things that made her beautiful. He wrote down things that made him love her. He wrote down things that reminded him of her. He wrote down things that he remembered doing with her.
The last thing he wrote on the long, thin strip of paper was, "You're even beautiful when you cry."
He put down the pen and started to fold the long, thin paper into little stars. He put them all into the little mason jar and turned back to the bigger mason jar.
He painted the bottom fourth again and stuck the glitter to it. He set it down and grabbed the filter flowers. He put them in and poured the hot water into her favorite cup.
He got a tray and put news paper down. He set the mason jars on it, along with the steaming cup of green tea. He put some candy and fruit on the tray as well and carefully walked to the room. He set the tray down in front of the bathroom before he noticed it was open a crack.
He knocked lightly on the door. "What do you want?" she asked in a whisper.
"I brought you some tea." Himchan replied and leaned on the wall beside the bathroom. He slide down until he was sitting and waited.
He heard the door creak open, but didn't look. He heard the tray being slid on the floor and the door shut quietly.
He waited and waited.
The door opened and she was sitting beside him with tears running down her face, but a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. She held one of the long, thin strips of colored paper that was now bent this way and that.
"Himchan, I..." she drifted off.
"I'm sorry." Himchan looked at her. "I'm sorry for everything."
"It's oka-" she began.
"No, not really. It's really not." Himchan sighed.
They sat in silence as tears streamed down her face and Himchan strained himself to hold his back.
He turned to her and gently reached for her face with his hands. He started to wipe the tears away and he leaned in to kiss them away. With each kiss he mumbled something different, that he was sorry, she was beautiful and all.
He felt her hands grab onto his arms as she sniffled. She looked up at him and gave him a weak, broken smile. He did his best to return a smile, but knew it was broken like hers.
"I love you." Himchan whispered.
"I love you, too."