"Is it alright for me to ask why you were being mean towards him?" The woman's eyes were now full of pity, I have seen those eyes before. "You don't seem to be a person who does things for no reasons."

"You're right, I didn't." I laugh loudly, I didn't startle her. "But it's not a good enough reason for borderline bullying the only person who cared about you."

"Everyone makes mistakes," her voice seems strained. "It's what we do with them is what counts; do we learn, apologise or forget?"

"I wouldn't be able to tell you how many nights I have stayed awake pondering over stupid things I did in the past," I catch her gaze. "I have only learnt to keep my mouth shut and to let people do what they want to me; are you sure we should learn from our mistakes? If I apologised for every idiotic word I ever spoke starting from now, I would die apologising. It would be a dream come true if the bad memories left me alone. Alone; that's all I ever wanted. Now all I want is Taehyung, but it's too late. I'm all alone."

"What about family?" My fingers run cold. "Don't you have your parents?"

"All they have wanted since they picked me up at the bus stop that night is for me to tell them everything," I sigh. "They don't understand, and I don't think they ever will."

"How long were you harsh to Taehyung?" Her words catch me off guard. "I'm hoping it stopped at some point."

"My harshness towards him was my only coping mechanism," I itch my neck, I don't think I have spoken about my life as much to someone in such short time. "Of course it stopped, I'm not a heartless monster."

"I'm not implying that," she says quickly, before regaining her posture. "Can you tell me more about you and Taehyung in your childhood days?"

"You have to stop with these questions," I answer. "I'm going to tell you everything, whether I like it or not."