"Your sweet, but just with that song, does not mean it helps me. It probably won't ever help me. You have to understand that Mila" She pats my shoulder

I stand there letting the warm fresh tears slip down my face. 

"Look...it's not your fault, it's just my heart does not work that way, maybe your's does"

I am shaking now. I thought-

"I know you thought it would help, maybe even a little. But all that it helped with was me knowing that you think one simple thing would work"

"t-thats not what I thought-"

"What did you think then?" She turns to me with red eyes

"I-I just t-thought you'd-"

"What you thought I'd be happier?! Try it on yourself goody-two-shoes!"

I stay quiet

"Try being in my shoes! Try feeling hurt!"

I let more tears slip

"I bet you just want attention! That's why you are acting like this!"

I look down

"Sorry..."

"You better be sorry-"

"Sorry I'm not like you"

"what?"

"I'm sorry that I can't show that I am hurting..."

"That's not what I am say-"

"I'm sorry that I can't be with you..."

"Please-"

"I'm sorry that I am hurting!"

She looks at me with her eyes turning back to normal.

"Just- I thought you would be just a bit more hopeful if I sang that to you"