We are talking again, always talking talking. The words fall like autumn leaves, dead and decaying and I am left staring at the empty branches. His excuses are waring thin.
"Lets go for a drink?"
There is silence at the interuptal, I've stood up during a well rehearsed speech and announced I'm bored.
"Yeah sure, our usual place?
I smile and nod
*
X looks me up and down as I clink my ice cubes against the heady medicine and let it warm me.
"Do you ever feel suicidal?"
"Of course" I shrug "Who doesn't hold a cracked vase and think about smashing it"
"Its not normal..."
Now I laugh "Show me someone who thinks they're normal and I'll show you a liar"
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