"I'm not saying you're naïve," Reality shouted in frustration. "I'm just saying use your head for once in your life!"
"Naïve!" Dreamer confirmed in anger. "You know, I always think to myself how you managed to become like this. Where has your love for the unpredictable gone? What have the dreams which you went on and on about for years been reduced to? Where has your sense of imagination and creativity gone?"
Reality sighed, continuing to ignore Dreamer by plotting dates on her bullet journal. "Please don't remind me of what a lunatic I was, Dreamer."
"Oh, please," Dreamer rolled his eyes. He paced around the room in an attempt to create more arguments as if inspiration came from angry footsteps. "You weren't a lunatic; you were open-minded.
"You believed in every person who set a goal for the future. You helped them out by balancing their ambition with attainability. Their passion with perseverance. Their grit with grind. Reality, you were the master behind the scenes who put those seemingly distant dreams into action."
Reality peered from her bullet journal. She icily looked into the eyes of Dreamer. Filled with iridescent tears, they threatened to make an artwork of rainbow on her canvas-like cheeks.
"Maybe that was who I used to be, Dreamer." Reality slowly flipped to the next page on her planner as it crisped in the silence. "But it isn't who I am now."
Dreamer clamped his eyes shut, just waiting for the impact of Reality's bullets of words to rain upon him. It was hopeless, Dreamer thought. There's no changing Reality.
"You can never change me." Reality stated in factuality.
"I guess it was hopeless of me to dream of it."
