The familiar cold sensation enveloped him, tears rolled down his face. "I can't…I can't live like this, go on in this madness."
"You can't die, you have to go on," she smiled weakly, "but if you do die you'll always have a place with me." It was selfish of her to want him to be dead, but oh how she yearned for someone to share her dreary world with.
He slammed his fist into the wall, cursing himself for being weak. His father would be disgusted. He sniffled miserably. "No one knows me like you do Myrtle, no one."
"Does that make me special?" She felt a wave of girlish delight at his words.
"I guess it does." He dried his secret tears, ready to face his life.