LIVING RELIC.

dialogue prompts from warm bodies by isaac marion.

i don’t mind giving you a side of the bed.

just relax, okay?

i bet i’ll always miss you.

how do you stand it here?

you grew up in a safe place. you don’t understand the dangers.

do you think it’s stupid to fall in love?

there’s no benchmark for how life’s supposed to happen.

the world’s always just what it is now. it’s up to you how you respond to it.

don’t give up on us yet, okay?

i’m not ready to disappear.

the opposite of memory? hope.

how often do people really come back from stuff like this?

what’s wrong with people?

god, you’re a cheeseball.

i actually missed you.

running away is no better than hiding. maybe worse.

shut your dirty mouth.

you clean up nice.

why’s it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? so does herpes.

you’re alive. you’re worth living for.

is there a reason for all this?

is there anything you love enough to keep living for?

it’s way too late for me to hate you for anything.

we’re the same damn thing.

what are we waiting for?

i’m trying. i’m making myself care. that’s step one, isn’t it?

wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

where are you? daydreaming again?

you didn’t know you had choices.

if there are rules, we’re the ones making them. we can change them whenever we want to.

do you want to tell me what happened?

you’re safe now, okay?

do you really think you can keep me safe?

who decided life has to be a nightmare?

we can fix it. we’ve just never tried before.

you can’t save the world by yourself.

dialogue prompts from warm bodies by isaac marion.

i don’t have a name anymore.

i am not no one.

i like how you remember things.

we have to remember everything.

why me? why did you save me?

where are we going to go?

are there still safe places?

no one comes back. not really.

just remember as much as you can for as long as you can.

when existence is a constant state of panic, it’s hard to get worked up about any one thing.

how do you know my name?

god, you really know how to plan a dinner date.

you’ve never done this before, have you?

you look pretty good for a corpse.

are you fucking kidding me?

you’ll be okay. promise.

you’re different, aren’t you?

stop shrugging, you asshole. i know you can talk.

i feel things so hard sometimes.

i don’t know why i’m telling you this.

it’s kind of a relief it finally happened. to be able to finally stop dreading it.

i never talk like this to anyone.

you’re so quiet. you just sit there and listen. it’s like talking to god.

you don’t want to stay dead for the rest of your life, do you?

tell me something hopeful.

tell me this isn’t the end of the world.

i don’t want to disappear. i want to stay.

maybe you’re sappy enough to find martyrdom romantic, but what about these other people?

this is about as far from safe as i’ve ever been.

let me know when you need a break.

you should always be taking pictures. if not with a camera, then with your mind.

memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.