Psalm rolled his eyes, thrusting the pictures at her again. "If you don't take these they're going in the trash." That just wasn't him, he wasn't that boy. They made promises that she shouldn't have to keep, he was only trying to save her, why couldn't she see that and give up?
"I mean we aren't friends." He insisted, looking away from her now. He glared at the floor when she mentioned him being disgruntled. "Nothing is up besides you bothering me Myra. You don't even know me anymore. We were 12, Myra. Twelve! The last time I ever called you a friend was that long ago and yet you insist upon doing this to yourself." He tried handing the pictures to her again. "Whatever else you have that used to be mine. I promise you I don't need it anymore."