(enjoy it while it lasts. things are about to get uuuugly heheheh)
"Holy sh*t," she gasped, jolting back. She clasped a hand over her mouth. Just like she used to. Mouth like a sailor with absolutely no filter.
Daso nodded. "Yeah. I know. I…" Slap! Her hand collided with his face.
"How dare you show up here after seven years and act like everything's okay, Daso?" she spat, glaring at his face with eyes filled with betrayal. "It's been seven years. Seven. Not a word from you. At first I thought you'd just abandoned me, but then I thought, no, Daso wouldn't leave me in this place for so long, he must have died. And the thought comforted me. How messed up is that? I'd rather you dead than you have forgotten me."