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TWELVE 🥀

Mattia | Mia

"Our conversations are getting pointless now."

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"I've just been feeling quite ill."

"Take a break then."

"See, I wish."

"But I cant, I need the money."

"Wow."

"What?"

"So all you care about is the money and not helping people who are on the verge of taking their own life away?"

"I never said that!"

"God, I'm sorry."

"If I didn't like helping people out, then I'd be working at an ice cream shop and not here."

"I mean, we do earn the same exact salary ."

"Is that an excuse? Make up with a better one."

"I wouldn't be lying about such thing."

"Can we stop talking?"

"On here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can't keep on calling the hotline every fucking day just to talk to you."

"Is that your way of asking me for my number?"

"I mean, yeah."

"Mattia...."

"Are you gonna come up with an excuse?"

"No."

"I can give you my number, if that's what you'd like."

"So give me it."

"Give me a reason to."

"I've got plenty of reasons."

"Enlighten me."

"One of the reasons being is that I wanna get to know you better."

"And I mean that as a friend, not just someone trying to help me."

"Isn't thay what friends do?"

"Friends help each-other out."

"I don't have friends."

"Well, I'm your friend."

"So are you going to give me your number or not?"

"Fine."

"It's 201*********"

"When do you get off work?"

"It's my last hour, why?"

"Stay up with me."

"Tonight."

"Would you want me to?"

"I wouldn't have asked you then."

"Right...I feel a bit quite light headed though."

"So you aren't staying up with me?"

"No no, I will."

"Good."

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