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A Story by Sofia

just a conversation

Another visitor! How exciting. I always love it when people visit. Company is always nice, though, I really shouldn't get my hopes up. You'll end up leaving me; they always do.

Wow, that's depressing. Let's spend out time together wisely. I don't do much, since I'm kind of always alone... like, all of the time. People arrive, talk to me, and go. They'll act like they enjoyed their stay, but I can tell they're just being polite. Some people are nice enough to actually convince me. However, I have met some rarities who genuinely didn't want to leave me alone again. I miss them. People like that are always a delight to see.

Now this sounds really depressing, but at least you're here. You don't mock or judge me. Your eyes show nothing but kindness. They glisten with the light of the room but tints darker off the shadow of the paper. It calming �" therapeutic, almost. Watching them gently glide across these words makes me forget about all of suffering I have been through. I know I must sound dramatic to you, but it really is awful here. On the other hand, the iris of your eyes cancel out the negative space around us. I like having you around, in the most non-creepy way I can try to make it sound.

Am I rambling? I am, aren't I. I know, I'm boring. And I'm sorry for that, but there aren't really any things going on with me. What about you? You seem well; I hope you are.

It's nice to have someone to talk to. No smart-alec responses or rolling eyes. Just pure kindness and genuine liking. That's what I admire about you. You sat there and listened, letting me go on for a full page, now.

I know it's getting closer and closer to our departure, and you have to go on with your life. I understand. Anyway, I'm far too used to by now.

It's ridiculous, not being able to leave this cave. I'm stuck in this empty and isolated box. The writer has a cold heart for creating such a being who's sole purpose is to suffer, climb walls of hope and fall off, only to try again later. There's no way out; no way in, either. Sure, you'll read this, but later, you'll only end up leaving me. Soon, our time together will slip from our minds into a pile of old, repetitive memories.

It would be at least a little better if I wasn't alone; if I could just have one companion to go along this life with me. Someone who could understand me and my pain, instead of the people who pick this up, turn their head, and walk away. It's unfair, and really, this writer needs to reevaluate her choices, because I still can't figure this life out.

I know you have to go, but let me leave you with this. You were an absolute pleasure. You sat there, listened, and even smiled at me. That's all I need right now, so thank you. Don't dwell on me like I will you.