She said...

What the hell was that for seriously. I'm happy not knowing about you and your life. You existed once, no more now. And now you suddenly pop up and go all friendly on me? I don't take too kindly to people rubbing my face in the dirt.

Especially you. You have no right to.

No, don't apologise. Just go away. Go far far away. I don't want to know about you, about your life, about whatever. Far away, yeah, that's where you should be.

And as the day changes to night, it gets progressively worse.