I bit down on my bottom lip softly, trying to see past my own tears. Your words played a game in the back of my mind, stinging me when I least expected them to. Never at that initial moment did i let you affect me, but instead, at random times throughout my life.

At random times, I'll recall the thick range of disgust that seemed to lace through your voice,

and I'll remember the coldness in your eyes, your mockery. I bite back tears most when you and I are laughing, and we're getting along better than we had ever seemed to.

Flash.

I'm that fifteen year old girl again with tears in her eyes. I'm struggling to learn right from wrong.

I'm grasping at every lesson I can grasp at, and yes, sometimes I throw those undeniable temper tantrums that even I hated in the depths of my soul; that I didnt realize I had.

And I hear your words.

You'll always make me cry.