She quickly apologized, her voice laced with regret. "Sorry. I didn't know what got into me," she said, her words trailing off as if she hadn't fully processed what had just happened.
I could feel the tension in the air, thick and awkward. Trying to brush off the frustration, I muttered under my breath, "Maybe if you removed that fucking hoodie, you might see well." My tone was sharp, harsh even, and it slipped out before I could stop it.
She blinked confusion spreading across her face. "Huh?" she asked, her voice small, unsure of whether she'd heard me correctly.
My face reddened, the weight of my words settling in. "Fuck," I muttered, frustrated with myself as much as with the situation. Running a hand through my hair, I turned on my heel and walked off, leaving the silence to hang in the air between us
"You rejected me!! Not the other way around!!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face.
"I know." He says, he head hangs low. "And I'm sorry. I should never have rejected you."
He went to take my hands into his but I turned away from him. Tears were still going down my face. How could he, after all this time, have the nerve to come here. He knew that he had hurt me. Now he is sorry and wants me back? No.
"Please. Believe me. I messed up big time! I didn't know what I had until it was gone!" He said.
I heard every word. They cut through the wall of my heart and placed themselves on it . It hurt. But what he did to me had hurt even more.
"That's right. You screwed up. Consider me lost." I said.
Then I walked away.