"What do you want me to say? You stormed into the house of a mourning guy and you were well aware you looked exactly like the person he was mourning," I settled down on my favorite sofa while she stood listening.
"Now you are here telling me that you want to tell me what is going on? Damn—"
"I know that you regret whatever happened between us that day, but trust me, it made me realize that I should just let you be,"She walked towards the sofa that was opposite the one I sat to settle down.
I was a bit nervous at first, but I reached the point where my head was able to express anything within a fault.
"Look Malie, I don't really have all the time to argue with you right now or to listen to what you have to say. You are selfish. You should know that by now,"