- Do you really think it's okay? You're here... Talking alone again.
- I am not. I'm talking with you.
- With me? And who is me?
- You're him (she says and point out something)- No, I am not. I'm this empty place, that your old memories will never fill.
- What? Sure. (she says and smiles)- No, it is not me being funny, it's you remembering him being funny but I am not.
- Sure! (she says and shows a big smile now)- He's gone.
- He is not.
- I am not him.
- Why don't you want to be him? Why can't I pretend he is here? Why, huh?
- Because it'll hurt you deeper.
- It already hurts! So what?
- It hurts more if you keep on playing to the imaginary friend.
- You think it doesn't hurt losing your best friend so patheticly?
- You think it will help you to feel better?
- It helps me to don't miss him so much.
- You already miss him a lot.
- I don't.
- Why are we talking now then?
Her friends appears...
- Hey! Girl stop talking alone, it's creepy. (says the girl with blond hair)
- I wasn't talking alone.
- Talking with yourself doesn't count as another person. (says the tall guy)- I wasn't talking with myself!
- So... Who were you talking with? ( says the ginger)- I was talking with his absence one more time, his presence is here, right here, next to me.
- Okay, you're scaring me. (says the ginger with a horror face)- This is pathetic, if you want to talk to him why don't you just do it? (the tall guy talked again)
- Because he's offering me to be an useless conversation... Empty & mean.
- And what do you want? (the blondie talked again)- I want a real friendship... I want our friendship.
