Everyone’s dead / all my family’s dead now / it’s just me.
Last man standing but I feel like I’m falling down.
I don’t love her / haven’t for a while / don’t know how to end it.
8 years is a long time in this town but she fucking stabbed me! That’s not normal, is it? That’s not love. Is it? If it was the other way around and I had stabbed her, I’d be in prison.
My kid isn’t even mine!
We don’t belong here / we should leave / you should leave him.
Can I tell you a secret? I’ve recently become a millionaire.
Our favourite people are dead / they’ve left us / there’s nothing here for us / let’s just leave.
I’ll look after you.
I’m scared you’ll write about me, and it’ll be all bad.
There’s nothing for us here but grief.
Disappear with me / please / let’s just go: say the word and we’ll go.
I thought there was nobody as mad as me and then I met you.
You are the other half of me.
If anyone asks me about you, I tell them you’re my solicitor.
I can make you so happy, if you let me.
Please don’t leave me.
I need you / want you / love you so badly.
Wait! Stop. Be quiet… she’s ringing me now.
Sorry. She’s on her way here. Do you mind leaving?
Please / quickly / sorry.
Is that your hairband or hers?
By the way, we need to get our story straight.
Originally published at Nauseated Drive (July 2021)