“Say sorry,” she had her arms opened wide waiting for me to come closer so she may pull me into a warm loving embrace. Would it really be loving though? Were the words she said earlier loving? No.

How could she act so calmly? Like nothing ever happened? Why isn’t she angry anymore?

“Why can’t you be like that girl from church?”

She’d say.

“Why can’t you be smart like your brother?”

She’d say.

“Why can’t you stop comparing to people who’re different from me?”

I’d think.

It was even infuriating.

How come you can say such hurtful words then say you love me shortly afterwards? How does your emotions swing so easily?

If you were going to be so angry at me earlier, stay that way. Otherwise, I’m going to end up thinking you’re actually decent again.

“No,” I replied.

Why is she expecting an apology out of me? Isn’t whether I say sorry or not my choice to begin with? I didn’t feel guilty for a single things I’ve said. Or really things I thought anyways, she didn’t let me say a single word.

She never apologized for anything.

She scoffed, but left it at that.

I wonder how long it will take before this repeats.