"Was it easy?"
"How is giving something up easy if that something was all you wanted? Dear, you can't just forget, just move on, or just be fine if you almost had it tattooed on you."
"I... thought so."
"But, yeah it was kinda easy."
The girl looked up, wondering what really happened, wishing her questions were answered...
"It's kinda easy to remove someone who didn't want to stay in the first place, for their marks are just illusions that your own mind created. You've got nothing to lose because you didn't even get a hold of it, you've got nothing to keep because none was ever yours..." She huffed and puffed and dropped the cigar down, killing life with a toe. A sigh escaped her tired lips like her soul needed a divine intervention. "It was believing that it can't be that made it hard..."
