Suicide Listener |a dialogue story|

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"Hello."

"Bubbles? Where have you been? It's been two weeks! I thought you-"

"I didn't."

"I know, but-"

"I'm fine."

I pause.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah..."

"What happened?"

"Can we talk about this some other time? How are you?"

"I'm not the one who should be questioned. You called me. The Listener; the person people call to vent to."

"I know."

"Alright, I will feel super bad because I'm doing this... But for your sake, I'll let it slide."

"Thank you."

"For now."

He sighs.

"Did you eat?"

"No."

"Get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are."

"How can you tell?" He sounds irritated.

"You've been gone for two weeks and suddenly call without an explanation then tell me that you haven't eaten. I know you're hungry."

"I'm not."

"Please eat."

"I'm not-"

"Eat," I demand.

He grumbles before shifting around.

"I really hate this side of you."

"It's for your own good, bubbles."