| "One of these days, you will die because of one of my kind." He said. "Yes and no." I replied to him with a smile and a kiss. "Yes, it's because you taught me all these, and no, because I will die on my own hands." I continued. "I will die at the driver seat and you will be with one of your dolls when I die." "I didn't hear that, I hate you." He said. "What for? You don't even love me." I laughed. I laughed at myself and he didn't know. "Do you think I should marry her? She is not like you, but she is rich, innocent and young..." "She has that exciting, young, and firm body, you can only handle that kind of girl. You know I know that. And she resembles her in a great deal way. So go right ahead, no one will stop you from courting her." I added. "Plus, save you 10-year works." "By the way, it's not called innocent, it's called idiotic, check the dictionary." I said and he laughed. "Yeah, easy to get my hands on." He added. "One trick applies all." "I know I will regret this in another couple years." He sighed. "Of course you will regret, because you will think about me from time to time and wonder how life would be." I looked at him with my business smile. "How do you know for sure?" He asked with doubts. "You are not the first one I met with this case, I can get a degree by studying you guys if I want to." I replied. "You all end up regretting after I am gone. Few of you will be gutsy enough to admit I am right. Rest of you just go right straight to hell." "You are just cold, aren't you?" He got upset. "You train me well, be proud of what you have done to me." I continued, "Again, you always have a choice to stop this drama, and choose to hate me. It's totally up to you, darling." "But I have to love you first then hate you, you said that yourself." He thought he caught the loophole. "Do you not?" Sting's "When we dance" played... She won't love you like I love you. We all know that. She is just a young kitten that has no clue what real world is made of. When she realized how cruel this world could be, she will scratch you. What would leave for you then? Cash, maybe. Or even get back on to your routine? Am I supposed to wait around until I die? Wait until you realize you don't even love yourself? There's always a choice, even at the darkest hour. "Take me with you." He asked. "I can't stand the noise. Can't you see I am torn apart?" "Of course I see them all, that's why you woke me up and that's why I am here. The question is, are you really ready to be taken by me?" Just when I finished that last drop of black coffee of mine. "I will be here for a while longer. Make your decision, wisely." I said. "I won't bite." |