Writing is a difficult thing

  “Where’s him?”

  “We don’t know, why do you need to know?”

  “He left his work behind! He can’t just walk away whenever he wants to when he still has work to do.”

  “Oh, you mean your paperwork? You can do that yourselves, you have hands and you know how to read and write. The forms aren’t so hard you can’t fill them in.” 

  “But it’s his - ...”

  “It’s your work and you will be not throwing it at him anymore! You will be not making himself work to exhaustion because you don’t want to fill in some papers!” 

  “But we - ...”

  People liked to talk, that you already knew, especially in small cities. But you always dismissed that as not having what to do in their hands and brushed everything they threw at you off. You had too many responsibilities to care for whatever they liked to do. If they said you had no heart, so what? The little boy with green hair said that you had the brightest heart he had ever seen. If they said that you didn’t cared for what they passed through, why would that be your problem? The court living on your forest thought otherwise. 

  The girl shrugged, pulling her knees against her chest and smiling weakly at him. “I loved her, you know? I really did.” 

  “But you let go of her? If you loved her, why let go of her?” The man said, furrowing his eyebrows as the girl shrugged again.

  “Easier that way. Easier to let people think that she was too much of a hassle for me, that I didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore than to let them know that I was hurt. To let them treat me because I was made of glass and crystal.” Her eyes focused on the other wall, directly on a picture of her and another girl. They were smiling with the other girl on her arms while she pulled her from her feet, lifting her in the air. They were happy, they really were and she didn’t want to let go of her girlfriend, but she wasn’t going to chain her down to her when their interests didn’t meet anymore. “Easier to let them think that I didn’t love her anymore.”

  “But you did? You loved her? You still love her?” The man asked, turning to her with eager eyes and lifted eyebrows, determination written all over his face. 

  “I liked her company and her laugh, I miss our talks and jokes. But I don’t think I have the time to keep digging this up when life is still going out there.” She shrugged again, putting her feet to the ground and getting up. By the look on his face, she already knew what he was going to say next and, seriously, she was tired of it.

  “Then you didn’t love her. If you did - ....”

  There had been a princess once, one that couldn’t be tamed nor put on dress for long. People said that she was cursed by a witch to be as savage as the animals on the earth and as wild as the woods in her kingdom, always destined to be these fierce and unlovable thing. People said that only a brave, brave prince could be the true love of the princess and break the curse that the witch bestowed over her. 

  There had been a princess once, one that had a chain around her neck and cuffs on her wrist to hold her back from running on the fields of her father’s kingdom. People said that she was cursed by a witch be savage and wild, always destined to be these fierce and unlovable thing. People said that only a brave, brave prince could be her true love and break the curse that the witch put on her. 

Person A: "So, you created a world."

Person B: "I did."

Person A: "And, aparently, it became reality."

Person B: "It did."

Person A: "Ookay, I see. But what about that hole in the air?"

Person B: "Oh, I don't know about that. I thought you did."

Person A, looking unimpressed: "You really do think you scare me? Boy, my papa could be Batman and kill the Joker. You are nothing compared to him."

Person B: "If your papa is Batman, I am the Superman."

Person A: "The world is beautiful in it's own ugly way."

Person B: "Only you thinks that."

Person A: Why is everyone treating me like I am made of porcelain?

Person B: Because you broke up with a long term partner.

Person A: And? It isn't that sad or heartbreaking.

Person B: For you. For them, you should be devastated and heartbroken, crying and whishing for them back because that's what they do. That's what all the humans do.