fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]

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friends rise around you from a land of shadows you can't ever seem to find. 

me: should i try to get her back?

abby: that's your decision... not mine. 

me: do you think i have a chance?

abby: i don't know her like you do. 

me: i'm scared that nina and i never actually knew each other. that, like, we were so so busy hiding that all we could exchange was personalities and time. 

abby: well, isn't that what matters? shouldn't that be what you hold onto?

me: i never really told you the whole story of her and i. 

abby: you don't have to right now, it's alright.

me: no, i'll explain -

abby: it's okay to not be ready.

me: why won't you let me open up? can't you see i'm alright?

abby: cooper... you're crying. 

me: shit.

abby: come on, let's go get some coffee in you.

me: but it's late...

abby: come on, i can't pick you up with just my strength. 

me: why are you being so nice to me?

abby: have a tissue, here. 

me: abby, i'm so sad. 

abby: and drunk, apparently. 

me: it was only one beer...

abby: yeah, with what meds?

me: ...

abby: come on. sober up, soldier. let's face the new day before it gets here.

me: show me the way.