I stared into the depth of his grey eyes.
"Look…Sabione I messed up. I'm sorry-" he tried to apologize.
"Don't say my name. It means nothing to someone like you," I whispered harshly.
"What do you want me to call you?" He asked me in exasperation.
"That doesn't matter. Apologies won't help anything. You know it means nothing to you when you say you're sorry," I paused and took a breath and continued, "When you apologize, you don't mean it. I can see that you don't mean it. You d-don't," I told him.
Anger filled his eyes.
"I don't mean it, Sabione?" he asked angrily.
"Do not say my name," I repeated. "It doesn't make any difference to you. How many names of the girls you've s-slept with, or snogged, do you even remember?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
"You don't remember, dd-o you? Just like I said. It's the same as any old girl's name you've snogged. A title to throw away later, after you've broken a girls h-heart," I snapped. "Have you ever thought, a girl might have loved you? And you might have hurt her? Girls, are nothing to you are they? Only play toys to keep you busy, obstacles that you use to distract yourself, instead of facing what problems, should be yours. Rosanne Lyons, a year lower than us, she was heart-broken when you told her, it was a fling, and you and her were over. You just break everyone's h-heart." I told him what little truth I still had left.
"Just get out. I thought you were different, that you changed. I was wrong. You haven't changed at all. Get out, B-black, get out of- get out of my sight."
He turned away and walked out of the hospital wing.
Nothing had changed between us, and everything had.
