“Do you spend some time thinking about what you want to say? Or you bitch about what you feel right at that moment? And do you think bitching about me to others would cure your problems?” He stuttered.
She said, “You also think before you speak. If you hurt me like that, don’t expect anything better from me?”
“Hurt? Do you even know that it spelled differently than a heart?”
“If you want to make fun of my education, go for it. Then, expect to hear unpleasant things amid your horrible stutter. It’s only me who had accepted you against the wish of my parents.”
“So do you feel bad about it now?”
“I wish I hadn’t pitied you.”
“Just think about this sentence. What do you get out from uttering such sentences?”
“I say what I feel like. It’s you who deduces different meanings from these simple sentences. What I mean is always clear?”
How can he defend himself in the absence of love? Just when he realized that how childish or unpleasant he would sound doing that, he looked away from him and told her to go away before he could say something that he would later regret.
