the scene where you said it was the end of us

up until this day i still wonder how do you feel about our child who will never gets your name. were you bruised by the flame i left you or was it just an itch you could scratch away. say, do your bedsheet still smells like my innocence? or did you painted your walls blue? cloudy was the day when your lips uttered my name for the last time, sad was my friend on the ride home, you gave every…