"don't fucking tell me what to do. you always think you can.
goddamnit, i'm my own person. i don't need you.
so stop it. stoppitstoppitstoppit."
"fuck.
i'm sorry.
i don't... know... what got into me."
"do you mind if i smoke?"
"jane-"
"what?
what is it? what else do you have to say?
please, humour me."
"i don't need the attitude...
i just-"
"do you have a light?"
"you always do this."
"do what? what is it that i always do?
what makes me so fucking intolerable?
i don't know why im even-"
"i love you"
"what..
what am i supposed to do with that?
goddamnit, is that supposed to make everything better?
is that supposed to be some shining fucking light that washes it all away?"
"no i just thought..."
"what did you think?
that i would drop everything, run weeping into your arms, look into your eyes and-
fucking hell, where is my lighter?
look, i'm not going to deal with this.
i have to go."
"i'll still love you"
"...bye"
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this upsets me so much. it's such a simple dialogue, but i love the lack of description, the lack of a lush scene. it makes it more tangible, because then it could be anybody, anywhere.
ReplyDeleteI do not know you but this is spectacular you can feel the emotion you can feel the hurt with the hatred i love it you are very talented i don't know who you are but i love your writings
ReplyDeleteThank you stranger, I really appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Att... I like that it could be anyone. It allows the reader to be a ghost in someone's kitchen on a gloomy morning.
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