“Your age is catching up with you.”

“Really? Why, I couldn’t tell.”

“Your glow is fading, you look grey, ghostly.”

“The ghastly glow can be quite enchanting.”

“Well yours isn’t! I mean come on aren’t you ashamed? Your haven’t even hit your 20s and you’re basically decaying!”

“I’ve been sick.”

A pause. “Whatever. Doesn’t mean you had to let go of yourself.”

“Is it hurting you?”

A stare. “What?”

“Is it hurting you, my current state?”

A pause. “I don’t care.”

“Hm. Well my apologies, that I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me! I don’t care that you’re sick! You don’t care about leaving me so why would I care!”

Understanding. “You, think i’m leaving you?”

“you’re Dying.”

“But aren’t we all?”

A pause.

Reflection

Refusal

Then, silence.