"Stop that." I snap.

"Stop what?" He asks.

"You're staring at me like this is my fault.”

"Well, it is your fault, isn't it?"

"I'm in love with her." I say.

"You don’t even know what love is. You’re just used to her, that’s all.”

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You got used to her being around so now you want to keep her around for as long as possible because you’re afraid of change.”

"What do you know? You’re not even real." I scoff.

"Don't be stupid. If you're real, then so am I. We’re the same, that’s how I know how you truly feel.”

"Do you?"

"Let's see if she still wants to be with you once she discovers who you truly are."

"And who am I?" I question.

"You're deranged."

"Haha, that's funny. Care to explain?"

"You're talking to me, aren't you?"

I pause. "No."

"But you are. Just look.”

I shake my head. "I'm going on that date."

"Afraid she won't love you back?"

"She does love me."

"She hasn't said it yet.”

"You, just shut up!" I scream.

"Michael?" Elizabeth enters the room.

"Let's go," I mutter, grabbing my wallet and storming out.

"You can't escape me. I’m in your head." He whispers.

"Shut up."

"Pardon me?"

"No, not you! I mean... let's just... do you love me?" I blurt out.

"Do I love you?" Elizabeth echoes.

"Do you?" I ask.

"Michael…” she starts.

"Damn it!" I exclaim, lowering my head. "You were right."

"Of course I was.”