“Do you want a cup of coffee or a glass of juice?” I offered but she shook her head.
“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” She asked straight.
“Julie, I just want to….”
“..To say sorry? Magalona, it’s been three years. 3 years. We’re done. It’s okay now. You’re fine. I’m good,” she cut me in.
“I’m not gonna say sorry because I know you can’t stomach another sorry from me,” I answered. I looked at her beautiful face.
“What then?” She asked. Her brows met, forehead creased.
“Julie, please,” I walked a little closer to her.
“COME HOME. Please. COME HOME,” I pleaded. She met my gaze and all of a sudden she made a step and I heard her mumbled, “bullshit!”
How can I win her heart (again) if all she has and had for me was hatred?
