Exerts of a Story I'll Never Write

Hospital

"So just say it." He said with frustration.

"Say what?" She looked over at him.

"You know what, don't act dumb." He mumbled.

"Yeah I do, but is it what you want to hear or the truth? Which is it?" She snapped.

"The one that hurts less." He pleaded.

"You see that's the problem with humans, they are so scared of the truth that they would rather hear a lie then..." She huffed.

"Stop with that! You know that's not what I want you to tell me." He cut in not listening.

"...to hear the actual truth. They would much rather you spared their feelings over knowing the truth." She rolled her eyes.

"Why are you stalling?" He said with a hint of impatient anger.

"Why does it matter anymore? It started months ago, years even."

"Yeah, but we were together months ago and we had everything."

"So then what's the point of having everything if in the end you have nothing? Answer me that."

"Why are you avoiding the subject?"

"Why are you?"

"Why do you have to do that? You..."

"Do what? What is it that I always do?"

"...turn everything around and steer away from the subject. You do know love isn't a bad thing right?"

"It is for me, it's dangerous for me and you don't even realize it..."

"It's not dangerous, love isn't bad!"

"...because you are so fixated on yourself that you don't think about anyone else except yourself."

"Yes I do! I think about everyone else except myself!"

"No you don't or else you would've stopped and realized by now that I've..."

"You've what? You're never here."

"...not been here because I've been at the hospital nonstop."

"Wait what?"

"You never notice because you are so obsessed with yourself."

"I get it now okay? Why have you been in the hospital?"

"Love is really dangerous, it's a bad thing..."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"...for me and you're not listening."

"I am, I'm just so confused."

"No, you're not. I'm too tired to keep fighting like this..."

"What do you mean too tired? What the hell is going on?"

"...I'm sick, really sick and I don't have much time left. That's why love is so dangerous because I will hurt the other person."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So you're just going to pretend like none of this happened? You can't pretend like we didn't mean anything to you..."

"That's not what I'm saying."

"...I was there, I saw the way you looked at me."

"It's not my fault! I didn't choose to have cancer! I didn't choose to be sick! Everything is too much for me. I can't do anything anymore. You don't even know how much this hurts me..."

"You're right I don't."

"...because I know I am hurting you and it is the worst feeling in the whole world."

"Oh."

"And it's all my fault."