“You said that everything is over between us,” I say, hugging myself with my arms. “You changed your mind.”
“We didn’t agree to that.”
“We’ll agree again,” they walk into the apartment, and I listen to the sounds behind me.
In the deep of the apartment, there is someone they must never find out about.
“How much to pay?” they ask brazenly.
They’re used to solving everything with money, but I don’t need that anymore—and I want to forget everything.
But it seems they’re against it.