"You know," He said quietly while blowing out a cloud of cigarette smoke, "I sometimes don't feel like I'm alive. It's not like I'm depressed or anything, I'm just..."

"Hmm?"

The skies were silent in the loving embrace of the night.

"I don't know. You ever get the feeling that," He took another drag, "That you're a tad pointless? Like, don't get me wrong," The man laughed out with a drunken hiccup and turned to his pale friend, "I'm not tryna act like a whiny bitch and all that stuff. It's just that I don't feel needed here, man, that's all."

Silence.

Sigh.

A short sound of a beer can being opened.

Drag.

Exhale.

"What is it that you feel?" The other drawled out, unmoving.

Drag.

Exhale.

"Empty. Not even sad, just empty," The first muttered.

His companion tore his gaze from the sky and moved it to him, focusing his eyes on the man's face with a glassy intensity.

"What a load of bullshit," he croaked out with a crooked smile on his face, "If you'd been so empty after everything, you wouldn't have ranted about this every week. You obviously feel at least something, hmm?"

Silence.

Cough.

Drag.

Exhale.

"Hate."

"For whom?"

Silence.

Drag.

Cough.

Exhale.

"No one in particular, Adam. Just hate," the first one let out. Adam hummed non-committally and clicked his tongue.

"Untrue. Hatred always finds a target. Don't be ashamed, just name it."

Drag.

Exhale.

"Myself."

Silence.

"It isn't your fault, Bran," Adam smiled, "No one blames you."

"I blame myself, Adam. It was my decision," Brandon breathed into the night.

"But I agreed."

"Because I insisted, Adam."

"It was my choice, Bran. I agreed."

"But I'm alone now, aren't I?"

Silence.

Sigh.

Brandon put his cigarette out and stood up from his always lonely spot.

"My decision, Adam."

He walked over to the cliff's edge.

"Always had been, however I deluded myself."

He stood a step away from the plummeting emptiness.

"My choice."

Flutter.

The skies were silent in the night's loving embrace. The stars went through their quiet macabre dance.

A lonely ember shining next to the crushed cigarette went out.

You Died.

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