Suicide Listener |a dialogue story|

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"What do you do for a living?"

"This."

"Besides this."

"I draw and paint."

"Do you sell them?"

"Sometimes."

"Are you good?"

"Wanna see a few?"

"How?"

"My Instagram."

"What's your username?"

"SuicideListener. Capital S and L, no space between the two words."

There is a long pause.

"Woah..."

"Is it good?"

"You're good."

"Thank you."

"Can you teach me?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You probably live in some far, far country or something."

"I live in Parksville."

"Nevermind then."

"So, can you teach me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You could be a serial killer."

"Really?"

"Yes. I don't even know how you look."

"I have big brown eyes, pale skin, freckles and I'm tall."

"Wow, I would spot you instantly in a crowd."

He chuckles.

"What about you?"

"Large green eyes, curly brown hair, dimples and I'm way taller than you."

"How would you know?"

"Trust me, I'm freakishly tall."

"Slender Man tall?"

"Slender Man tall."

"Now, I really wanna see you."

"You're not going to--oh, I forgot! How was your day?"

"Good."

"Are you serious?"

"No."

"Stop fucking with me."

"I'd like to fuck you."

"I-I'm sorry, but I don't swing that way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"So, you're telling me that you would let a random man masturbate to your voice?"

I pause.

"Fuck you."

"Anytime."