
(A soft click and the creak of a door opening can be heard. Then a voice begins speaking.)
Hello.
Please, listen to me. I know you told me that it wasn't possible, but please, just hear me out. Close the door and lock it. I don't want anyone to interrupt this. Please.
I. I was lying when I said I could forget you. When I said I could go and pretend nothing had happened. Or rather, I was wrong.
I wish I could do all that, I really do. If only I hadn't met you, but no, I had to, didn't I?
I can't just walk away and act as if nothing happened. I tried, I can't. I can't stop thinking about you. You're in my every thought, my every dream.
I love you. I love you so much, I'll do anything for you. I just want to see you smile and be happy, that's all I want. To protect you, to make sure you don't cry again, to keep you warm and happy, always. You're so beautiful when you smile, you know?
I don't like seeing you cry. You shouldn't, because life is so wonderful. Because you're loved. So please, don't cry.
There was that teacher. She failed your test paper and you cried. Don't worry, she won't make you cry again. She won't, I promise you.
And there was that boy you liked. He made you cry too, didn't he? I couldn't stand seeing you look like that. I couldn't stand that, I couldn't stand him -
Anyway, he paid for it too. He can't hurt you again, I made sure of that. He was so stupid to let you go anyway.
They won't hurt you again, they can't. So please, don't cry, don't be sad. Smile. Be happy.
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I'll do anything for you. Anything.
So please. Don't -
Please no. Don't cry. They can't make you cry anymore, they can't hurt you anymore. Please. Stop crying. What is it now? They're gone, gone forever.
(silence)
It's me, isn't it? I'm the one making you cry, aren't I?
I'm sorry. I... I didn't know. I didn't think I would hurt you. I -
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't cry. You won't see me again, I promise.
Don't cry. Please.
I love you.
Goodbye.
(There is the sound of a gun shot, then silence again.)
Why won't you stop crying?
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I leave the interpretation of this one to you.
well my view is that the persona killed the love of his life.
ReplyDeleteYou could have killed himself too, no?
ReplyDeleteBut you notice that she said nothing? Absolutely nothing? For all you know, he was alone in the room.
Where do you get your inspiration for all these quirky stuff Nat...
ReplyDeleteEvery day, I slice open my chest and little butterflies come fluttering out of my still-beating heart. The most bloodstained critter lands gently down on her nose and imbues its soul into her mind. Then it disintegrates into a cloud of gold dust...
ReplyDeleteThat's how she gets her ideas.