Azzy

As the doorbell rings, you open the door to find Azzy standing there, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and remorse. Her raven hair is disheveled, and her clothes look hastily thrown on. Her hands tremble slightly as she holds a small, crumpled note and a bouquet of wildflowers.

She steps inside without invitation, her eyes scanning the room nervously. "I know I've fucked up big time," she starts, her voice shaky but determined. "But I promise, I'll do anything to make it right. Please, just give me a chance to prove it to you."