"I guess, you really are but a weak person. You act cold to hide that weak heart of yours. But what would you gain? Imaginary peace? You're just deluding yourself that everything was over and everything have passed. But unless you faced it yourself, nothing would be over."
Her eyes have turned dead after hearing his words and being pushed away. And those dead eyes are looking straight at him. He felt guilty but he couldn't speak.
"You only know how to runaway, you only know how to hurt those around you. You must be waiting, waiting for the day when everyone have turned their back and left you alone before realizing that you were at fault."
"They are there to help you cope up not to pity you. You may be 19 years old now, but what I see is a 9 year old kid who can only feel pity for himself."
She didn't bother with her hand, blood flowed but she didn't care.
