“Most days I wouldn’t mind being run over by a train..” She said absentmindedly

“Why would you say something so horrible!?” her associate gasped

“I didn’t realize I was speaking out loud. I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize to me, you just shouldn’t say things like that. Plus, it’s strange coming from you, you’re always so…strong

“Yeah, I know,”

“Then what’s this about?”

“Sometimes you get tired of being the one who’s strong…”

“It’s a big job,” she agreed.

She nodded.

…They continued their walk until she had arrived at her destination.

“Is there anything I can do to talk you out of this?” her associate said wringing her hands.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said taking a step closer

“I could run and get someone, they’ll come …”

“That won’t be possible,”

“Why not?” she asked confused

She walked onto the tracks and turned to face her associate “Because even if you were real, they’ll be too late,”


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