Let it be

Questions, so many questions!

After a moment she sat up straight and starred at me. "Why do you prefer their earlier music?" She inquired. "Sorry who?" "The Beatles." she justified, admiration playing on her lips. "Oh, I don't know, I guess it was, happier like, less serious, less jaded, they kinda got political towards the end" I saw the optimism gleam in her eyes as she ushered me to continue. "Um, yeh I don't know I guess it's more youthful, like some how you can hear there prospect in there music like all the great things they have to look forward to." She peered up with a questionable expression on her face "like there later music?" "Ha yeah I guess, you know honestly I like to think they never broke up" she sat back down in the waster, satisfied with that answer.

" So if you don't mind like, just out of interest" I started "Why were you gonna shoot Ringo,our dog Ringo,?" Tiredly she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as if she'd been inquired by this question many times before. " I don't know, just having a rough day at work, kinda starting to feel like I want a career change" she finished, shyly amusing herself with the tips of her split ends. "Sorry what career was that?" " killing people, killing everybody." The way it bounced off her lips didn't phase her. " Right, ok, sure" I lightly laughed, not amused with her childish games.

She continued "it's just not fun anymore, I mean what's the point? What's the point of cutting people's lives short? I'v never stopped to think of it before, just poof and then there gone. Just like that. The end. Everything someone was and everything someone could have been, just gone. In a flash. In an instant. Every person in human history dead because of me. I'm the worst."