It shouldn't have been that easy. For you to simply apologise. I don't know what exactly you're apologising for, but I'm too scared to find out.

Both of us stayed quiet.

Until you decided to speak.

Your mouth moved but I can't hear anything because the words you're saying were ringing in my head. This noise makes the unwanted resurface.

And I don't want to remember what I've been wanting to forget.

You just picked on something you shouldn't. Your eyes never left mine as I cried, not that it's the first time I did it in your presence, but it was worse.

I told you to leave — but you don't listen.

You never listen.