Befor death (She):
“Do you love me?” He asks for the hundredth time.
“Why wouldn’t I honey?” I answer, and again I hide the true answer with a shifting of words. But I don’t feel guilty, I’m getting used to it by now. I don’t want to lie, and well I truly don’t. And I can hear it in his voice although he doesn’t say anything about it; I can hear him understanding the truth.
“So how was school?” He says while trying to make a decent conversation for once.
“What is that song you’re listening to? You know I hate it. Don’t be such a jerk!” I declare, while flushing his attempts down the drain. “Can you just not listen to that while you’re talking to me?” I say and hang up like usual.
The phone rings again and again but I don’t even bother to look at the number, I just turn up my music and lay on my bed thinking about the past, the past that I want to repeat so bad. And I open my book and start reading while I’m bleeding to my death, and I start to fall asleep…
After death (he):
“Did you love her more than you love me?” She asks for the hundredth time.
“She is my past, you know that babe.” I answer…
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