Thursday, October 25, 2012

My life as a play, no. 10

*Morning, at a cafe. Babies cry and wriggle nearby*

1: I have a question for you. Why did you choose me?
2: What do you mean?
1: Why me? Why did you choose me to open up to, how did you know I’d understand?
2: I guess I knew I could trust you, I knew you’d know what to do.

*Much later, girls toilets*

1: You there?
2: *exits cubicle hysterically  sobbing*

Sometimes I wonder why she let me keep her.