He was right. He was absolutely right. She was so stupid to think he'd understand. She should have abandoned him when she had the chance. But she didn't. Why? Because it was wrong? Because she didn't want to inconvenience him. She wasn't thinking rationally, and truth be told, it hurt. It hurt to be naive, it hurt that he was right. She was still the same, idiotic child that ran away from home those years ago, she hadn't changed at all. From that day to now, she never thought out the consequences. Why? Why was she so stupid?!

The brown haired girl slowly looked up at him. She wanted to tell him he was right, but the words didn't come. Her expression was one of defeat and she remained silent. Instead she laid back down on the couch, curling up with one of the pillows and having her back to him. She didn't want to speak anymore, she was tired, physically, mentally, and she just wanted it to go away. She wanted to run and hide somewhere, and hugged the pillow tighter. She was stupid. She was really, really stupid. Well no more. She had to be selfish, be more cunning.

She needed to rest. She wasn't going to stay here the entire night.