I wish spoken words were things that could be erased, forgotten. But now I knew, and we could never go back.
"I never hated you."
She doesn't even bother to lift her gaze from the screen in front of her to justify the sudden statement, one even she doesn't understand, only typing on and punctuating each sentence with the slam of another plastic key through the silence.
The words don't faze the woman standing behind her.
Her only warning is a scarlet-lipped smile reflected in the blank white document page.
"Good." Voice like sticky-sweet confection, she sets a hand on her chair and smiles wider.
"I'm glad you said that."
No, no, no
"And I'm sure everyone will believe you."
No, I can still fix this
Her tormenter retreats to the other side of the room under her steady gaze and lifts her hands up. She recognizes the gesture as one given to animals incapable of controlling their rage. The thought needles her.
Pulling another burning breath through her