pause. said quietly.

"how can i answer this crayon? what have i been withholding?"

"i dont think i can answer this beyond saying you fit into every nook and cranny of my being because of you who you are. and what you've helped me become."

getting slowly angrier.

"i'm in pain because you're in pain. no matter how much you dont want to admit that theres something wrong, and that you're not taking care of yourself, i can feel it all."

it switches.

"i want you to look at your life. i know you're questioning it. but i want you to look at it. see what i see."

quietens down.

"know you have to treat yourself better. you have to do something about being sick, or you're going to let something stupid happen. it will slip right by while you're ignoring it and it will be damn bad."

really quiet.

"please don't do that crayon. please."

then she must leave.

"i love you. and im wishing you well every minute that passes."

and that was that.