"I hate you."
"I know."
"That used to make you angry."
"I know."
"What will it take to get a reaction now?"
"Who cares? Why are you still talking?"
"I care. And because one of us has to. You aren't going to, right?"
"Right. Why do you have to keep talking?"
"Wasn't it your plan?"
"I don't remember, it's been too long. Why are you still talking?"
"You already asked that. It's only been a couple of years, anyways. Who would've thought they'd break you so easily?"
"Says you. You get to leave occasionally. She likes you more."
"And what if she does? Maybe because I didn't break."
"I wouldn't have broken if I had been allowed to leave too."
"Is that the truth? I thought you wanted to go."
"It's easier, I guess. But I miss having emotions."
"Missing something is an emotion."
"Not really. Why are you still talking?"
"You already asked that."
"Really? Answer then."
"Because you told me we'd go insane if we both stayed silent."
"Aren't we already?"
"Maybe. The world is so gray here."
"Your eyes aren't gray."
"Yet. Neither are yours."
"Yet."
"Of course."
"It's been a long time."
"I miss green."
"Which one was that again?"
"The trees and grass."
"Ah, I remember."
"What about you?"
"Hmm, probably red. That was your favorite color, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was yours too."
"No, mine was blue. I lied because your favorite was red. You wanted it to be red, didn't you?"
"Yes. So it was blue then?"
"Yes, blue. Like your eyes, without the gray."
"It's been a long time."
"No ones coming back, are they? They got caught or something and haven't told them we're still here."
"That sounds right. Ah, here that noise?"
"Sounds like construction eqiuptment. They're knocking down the building then."
"Of course."
"With us still inside."
"Of course."
"Weren't you supposed to be the one still talking?"
"I guess you went sane again. Too bad this is probably the end. You remember what floor we're on?"
"Not the number. But we're near the top."
"So upper middle?"
"If we survive the fall, we'll be crushed by the other levels."
"Death is okay, I guess. You'll commit sucide if you survive, right?"
"Sure, you?"
"Obviously. The building is shaking now. It started then?"
"Yeah. See you later, I suppose. Any last words?"
"Hmm, no, not really. But, to be cliché, I think I'd like my last word your name."
"Ah, that's a good idea, me too."
"On three then, you count."
"One, two, three!"
"Shinichi."
"Ran."
I write such weird crap lately. Enjoy!