B - Believe

He:	You know you are a sadist.
She:	Am I now?
He:	Yes, you are. You don’t realize how difficult it is for people around you to listen to the fact that you wish to die. The way you throw it around so casually. Not flinching about it even for a second. Talking about your death at every possible instance.
She:	You know I talk about this thing only to you?
He:	I know. So you think it's easy for me?
She:	I know it's not. And I do feel guilty for making you live under my shadow of 'impending death.'
He:	And you still do it?
She:	As if you've never toyed with the idea of death and never talked about it with me?
He:	I don’t do it on purpose
She:	Neither do I
He:	As much cynical as I am about life, I wish I could say something or do something to hold you back
She:	Hold me where?
He:	Here. To this world. Even if I try I would sound like a hypocrite to my own self
She:	But you still try that, don’t you?
He:	Yes I do. As if you have never tried doing that? Try to talk me out of it.
She:	Have I now?
He:	Yes Madam. You have. You are a step ahead. I atleast let you talk about your death. You don’t even hear a word about it from me.
She:	You know the irony of both of us consoling each other to hold back to the world is that none of us believes it and yet we want the other person to believe it and stay back.
He:	You said it.
She:	I sure did This post is written as a part of April A to Z Challenge - 2015