[Hands reaching down, they grasp her skirt tightly and all at once she bows low.]

I'm sorry. [Earnestly spoken, even though she has to draw a breath.] I'm really sorry, I-- [How could she not remember? She's not sure that she even has an excuse.] That day. I-- [It's a blur, truly. She shakes her head, still humbly bent low.]

I didn't mean to act conceited. I don't have an excuse. I- [Her knuckles pull white.] I was in shock still. And not sure what would happen after everything. I was distressed, everything was happening in a blur.

[But she hadn't meant to dismiss the feelings of another. She just hadn't been able to think, or hardly breathe. Everything about that day was painful.]

I should have been more considerate. There were others hurting just as much.