"Why don't you confess?"
"It's like asking me to grab a gun and shoot myself."
"That severe?"
"Why do you think I haven't done that yet?"
"Oh... Won't you shoot your shot? As in not in a million chance?"
"For what?"
"Uh... Awareness for both sides? Aren't you curious about how that person reacts if you ever confess your feelings?"
"Confession doesn't work that way. At least for me."
"Then what does it take for you to confess?"
"Nothing."
"You're not much of a talker. I see."
"Why would I confess when I have my own life worrying about? Besides, regardless of the possibilities, I would rather not risk a chance. If there really is."
"Please explain further."
"Confessing means having the courage to pursue that person."
"And you don't have that?"
"No."
"Then what? What's stopping you from shouting those words?"
"My self."
"Yeah, figures. Stop with the freaking sarcasms, please!"
"HAHA. How can I when you're so fun to annoy?"
"Wow, thank you very much. How about this. I will let you annoy me for a week, but first, tell me your reasons. Huh?"
"Heh. I don't want to confess because I don't want to stop."
"Okay.... Go on."
"That's it."
"HAHA. Wait. Let me just breathe and control myself. HAHA."
"Mad?"
"Am I?"
"How am I supposed to know that?"
"You should."
"AAAHH! WAIT! LET ME GO! HOLY MOLY! LET ME GOOO! AAAAAAAH!"
"Reasons, huh?"
-Keith // pit
