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connor: hey.

you: that's all you're going to say?

connor: well... yeah.

you: hey your fucking self.

connor: what's wrong?

you: did you really just ask that. what's wrong? are you fucking kidding me.

connor: ...

you: nothing is right.

connor: some things are right.

you: easy for you to say. you know, i have a feeling that it's impossible for males to actually say something and mean it. no no no- i know they mean certain things when they're being said, but let's be realistic. you're not gonna mean something years later; you're going to mean something else. at the time, you know you truly mean it. i know you truly mean it. but it's been a year, and sometimes i have to face things that scare me. like how you don't mean it. not anymore, anyways.

connor: you know what, rebecca? sometimes people change. i was in love with you.

you: you meant that at the time.

connor: yeah, i did.

you: some people say that there is no loved.

connor: what do you mean?

you: like, past-tense love. they say that if you really loved someone, you always will. either that or you never did.

connor: i did, okay? i can't believe you would say that. you know i did. i don't know who came up with that quote, but that's bullshit. people. change. things change.

you: yeah, you did change. what's wrong with you now? you're like a different person. i can't even recognize your eyes anymore, and when i close my own eyes, they are what i always see. but when i see them in person they just look so weird. they're not the same. they don't care anymore, and neither do you.

connor: if i didn't care, why would i be talking to you?

you: i don't know. guilt?

connor: i care about you.

you: i care about you, too.

connor: ...

you: ...

connor: so why are we fighting then?

you: i don't know. because you promised.

connor: what?

you: that you'd always love me. you meant it at the time.

connor: when will you understand? people grow up. people move on. i wish you would move on and stop obsessing over me; i loved you, you were the best thing that ever happened to me, but now i've gotten a little space, and i'm not hurting so much anymore, and my bones aren't breaking- well, maybe a little, but it's not as painful. you act like you're the only one hurting. moving on stops the intensity of the hurt. it's still there, but it's numbed. it's almost gone. that's why i did it.

you: it's not worth it?

connor: what?

you: it- this- isn't worth it? the pain? you can't take that pain for this?

connor: i- i just don't know, rebecca. you're confusing me with your words again. anyway, i gotta go.

you: don't leave me again.

connor: i thought you were mad at me?

you: pleasee. stay. please. stay with me.

connor: i gotta go. i'll talk to you later.

you: okay. i love you.

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