"Oh my gosh that is terrible, I'm so sorry. I hope everyone is okay." Casey exclaims.
"Yeah, but it is my fault that I was the idiot I am, and got all drunk when I shouldn't have." I say, I can't help but still feel bad about everything that has happened.
"It really sucks because now you're dying from cancer and everything..." She trails off. "You don't get a break, do you?" Casey confirms.
"You know, you aren't making things any better. All I care about it preserving my life so my punishment can last as long as possible." I explain to her, she nods, so I think she understands.
"Well do you want to talk about it?" She asks. I know all she does it want to help, but I don't feel like it at all. Telling her that haunting story was enough to put me in a bad mood.
I sigh and shake my head in dismay, "No, sorry. I'm afraid there is no talking or conversations in the universe that could make me feel any better than I actually am."
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King of Nothing
Short StoryIts quite simple you see, I had it all, and now I don't. * Spiritual #33 / Short Story #97
