As much as she tried to pretend like this didn’t bother her, it hurt her incredibly. Some, probably childish, part of her wanted those words to strike something. Something else. But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, she was left with the feeling of hurt and something in between anger and sadness in the pit of her stomach. She pulled her face out of the other’s hand and looked away, hair falling over her face. “Right,” she replied, trying to sound strong though her voice wavered and tears pooled, blurring her vision, “how silly of me to think that I could mean anything to you at all.” Maybe she should just go, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Even as hard as she tried, she wanted to believe that something would change, something would be different. Maybe she hoped that her words could spark a change, but most of her knew they wouldn’t. She just couldn’t help but deny it.