Better Untold //Conversation//

deux * deux

Why does it have to be like this, anyway? Is it really fair that we should die, when I've barely even had the chance to live?

That's the idea behind Last Friends and Death-Cast, isn't it? To give you one night where you know better than to have any limits?

If anything, I think it gives us more limits. Just because you know you're going to die doesn't mean you can just throw everything away. You have twenty-four hours, and at any random point you're going to croak, be it from a car crash or a heart attack or some random bird stabbing you with its beak. It'll happen. Being reckless is only going to shorten the span of time you have to be with friends and say goodbyes. 

True, but once you get your goodbyes out of the way, you're golden. 

Not really. And it makes you think, why one day? Why don't they give us a week? Why can't we just know from the beginning of our lives, even?

I don't think the technology works that well yet.

Than I think they shouldn't tell us at all. It's good for closure, maybe, but the whole idea of it, in general, sucks. It just makes you realize how much of a waste your life has been. 

Your life hasn't been a waste. Don't even think that. 

Really? Because it's not like it's been some sort of grand adventure, either. Every day, I think this is it. I'm going to go outside and live. Right now. Today. And hell if I actually do. That's not how the world works. There's nothing pressuring you to succeed, or even try to. Only yourself, and I was never motivated enough to do that.

Still...

For God's sake, I never even got up the nerve to tell my father I was gay. Then he got in his accident, and hell knows if he'll ever wake up, and now I'm going to die. I never got to say goodbye. Today's supposed to be the day you do that, right? It's supposed to be the day you get to say goodbye. 

I'm sorry, Mateo. 

You didn't do this. 

No, but I'm sorry we weren't able to meet under different circumstances. To become friends, and to fall in love, and to know that it'll never end. To feel that infinity together. 

Me too. 

You know what I'll regret, even when I'm dead?

What?

Not telling people how I feel. Not saying "I'm sorry" when it's warranted, and not telling people I love that, you know, I do. 

Those are pretty crap things to regret. 

Yeah?

No - I mean - like, those are some of the harder things. Always wondering what might've gone differently if you'd been brave in that way, instead of stupid as you were. 

Would you regret that? Not telling someone that you love them? 

No. I think I've told basically everyone how I feel. There's only about four people I really care about, anyway. Well, five, counting you. 

You've never told me anything like that. 

You're searching for compliments now. 

Maybe. 

I do. 

What?

Love you. I do love you.

//this was basically an assignment for english that i wanted to post on here because 1: i typed it and 2: i like it and it's based off they both die at the end so go read that because when they do it for real (the "i love you", i mean) it's much better