A Conversation
“It’s been a while.”
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“Where have you been? I missed you.”
_“Not everything is for you to know.”_
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“Maybe. Maybe this should have been.”
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“Do you ever feel guilty?”
_“About what?”_
“…Nevermind.”
_“If you’re just here to berate me, then leave. Give a dying person peace.”_
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“Are you?”
_“Am I what?”_
“Dying.”
_“It feels like I am.”_
“Oh.”
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“What does it feel like?”
_“To die?”_
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“Yes.”
_“It feels like something is catching up to me.”_
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“I can only pray it’s your past.”
_“That isn’t fair.”_
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“…”
_“We all make mistakes. Mine just seemed to affect you the most.”_
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“That’s because I loved you.”
_“…”_
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“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”
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_“Don’t act like you still know me.”_
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_“Was it you or I that stopped reaching out?”_
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“Does it matter? Wouldn’t we still be here, all these years later, you on your deathbed? Would any of it have mattered if you knew?”
_“I don’t know.”_
“Then why do you ask?”
_“I suppose questions are natural of someone who’s about to lose every chance of getting them answered.”_
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“So you’ve lost hope, then.”
_“I don’t have any choice.”_
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“Don’t you want to fight? Don’t you care any longer? Don’t you remember what it felt like to _want_ to have a choice?”
_“I have forgotten.”_