A Conversation

“It’s been a while.”


_“…”_


“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.”_


“…”


_“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.”_

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