I already know it all.
I just want to hear from her mouth.

"Three pieces for three thousand", she answered nonchalantly.

"Why?", I asked through the tears that starts to puddle in my eyes.

"I need money",
Fist clenching until her knuckles turns white.

I started to turn my heel,
Ready to run to nowhere.

"I'm sorry". Again.

I stopped.
My back was facing her.
And it took all my being not to breakdown right then and there. 

With the softest sigh,

"I know. Everyone is",
"As always",
"I know you know I can't do anything but to forgive you",
"I have forgiven you even before the frequency of the word was breathed out."

I searched for a speck of strength from the despaired air I inhaled.

"I just wish you would **** me instantly with one big tsunami of pain, instead of injecting it drop by drop, keeping me alive, forever wishing I was not."

"For wishing that",
"I'm sorry."