I want it back... The real stuff.

- 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.