"Why are you being nice to a whore?"

"You're not a whore."

"But you said — "

"I know what I said."

I could only stare at you.

"I'm not denying that I said what I've said."

We stayed silent after that, not until you pulled up one of my sleeves, then stared into my eyes with something I'm still too terrified to find out.

"Was this all because of me?"

I looked away from you because I can't lie. I still can't bring myself to tell you.

You know well what's the answer to your question.