Walking Away
"Ugh, sentimental. Get over yourself."
"You can't think of anyone but yourself, can you?"
"I think about other people. Lots."
"You think about killing and sex."
" . . . "
"Don't even act like you didn't hear that."
"I heard you."
"Well, then."
"Then what?"
"Say something."
"I am saying something, I'm saying, 'why are you following me, I don't seem to remember inviting you along'."
"I don't remember ever having to ask."
"Yeah, well, get lost."
"I will."
"Go ahead."
"I'm going now."
"Goodbye!"
" . . . "
". . .and now I gotta chase you. Perfect."