Reader: 'What is wrong with you?'
Lover: 'Oh no, when I'm around you everything's fi–'
Reader: 'See? See! That is what I meant, you fucking idiot! Are you that bloody thick? I think there's something off with you. Why do you even like me?'
Lover: 'Why, can I not? It's because–'
Reader: '–Because what.'
Lover: 'Well...just because I do.'
Reader: *seductively* 'Since it's quite obvious you're that into me, I want you to get something.'
Lover: *blush* 'Anything, what is it?'
Reader: *calmly* 'Why don't you go and get a life.'
Reader: '–oh, it isn't you, you know. Realise that there are billions of other people in the world who are far superior to myself, so there is no good reason why you shouldn't go looking somewhere else. You deserve better, so stop wasting your time on me.'
Lover: 'But I lo-'
Reader: 'Aren't you listening? I am telling you this for your own benefit, because I c–'
Lover: 'Because you care about me?'
Reader: 'No! I wanted to say that I c…couldn't in good conscience allow myself to be the cause of another human being's misery.
Lover: *smirks* 'So, you do care about me!'
Reader: 'That isn't…I mean, it's not that–'
Lover: 'You were about to say "care".'
Reader: 'Fuck you!'
Lover: 'Always been ready for you.' *wink*
Reader: 'Ugh. You really are dense. Why? Why? You aren't making any sense at all! Can you not understand that I am not good enough for anyone? It isn't because I hate you, and I am not being sarcastic. I am being frank with you, and I hope you see that you are horribly trapped in this delusion that you will be happy with me.'
Lover: *shouting* 'You are the one who's thick in the head! Can't you understand that I love you and I need no reason why? It's just you I love, no one else, and I don't care if you think that–'
*Reader slaps Lover*
Reader: 'How dare you! How dare you yell at me! Listen to yourself! You just said you don't care what I think!'
Lover: *smarting* 'I…I'm sorry, that isn't where I wanted it to go…'
Reader: 'That proves you don't really love me, you're just ridiculously deluded.'
Lover: 'But you didn't even let me finish–'
Reader: 'Good! At least you understand that much. I am not letting you finish because I want to nip this "love nonsense" in the bud. Kill it before it hurts someone.'
Lover: 'I'm already hurt.'
Reader: 'Oh really, now you're hurt? Suppose you were never the best, or the smartest, or the most good-looking, and then you were told that you haven't any right to complain because you'll sound ungrateful for all the other things you have? Or what if people told you to be happy and just because you had to even though you aren't?' *tearing up, voice cracking* 'Try having that bollocks in your ears from the day you're born, then have others look at you funny for liking unusual things, then watch your bloody fucking mother die!' *seething* 'Then, and only then can you come and tell me you're hurt.'
Lover: 'I don't–'
Reader: '–Didn't know? You obviously know nothing about me.'
Lover: *calmly* 'No, that isn't it.' *smiles* 'I still don't care.'
Reader: *shocked and blushing* 'Wha–what?'
Lover: 'I don't care what you've gone through, I don't care what people say about you. I don't care as much for other people as I do about you. I love you.' *embraces Reader, whose eyes begin stinging and becoming moist* 'I love you, and that's all that matters.'
Reader: *weakly* 'You're…' *pushes Lover away forcefully* 'You're so selfish! You just want to please yourself, sate your perverted desire, without even once considering how I felt about all this!'
Lover: *grabs Reader's hand* 'Please, I don't care if you don't return my love, I wanted you to know, is all.'
Reader: 'See, it's still about what you want!'
Lover: 'No! I love you, and can't you see that I want to bring you out of your delusions? Why you put yourself down and deny yourself happiness–yes, I'll never know. But I can learn to understand you.'
Reader: 'Now you're just condescending! Who the hell said I needed your fucking help or bleeding charity?' *tries to slap Lover with other hand, but Lover catches his wrist midway and draws him closer*
Lover: 'I just want to see you better off than you are right now, is that so hard to see?' *sigh* 'All right. Understand that I want you be happy–even if it means I cannot be part of it.'
Reader: 'Relentless idiot. Unhand me!' *jerks hands away and struggles until Lover releases reluctantly*
*Lover looks pitifully at Reader, tears streaming down his face*
Reader: *scoffs* 'Crying, are we? Here's a plastic bag.' *grabs stunned Lover's hand and places bag in it* 'Do us both a favour and put it over your head if you're that miserable. Should put an end to your ridiculous blubbering.'
Lover: *sniffs* 'You're so bitter. Can't you find it in your heart? You're this small child, you know, who's been hurt. I just want to make you feel better. I'll make you see how wonderful it is to be loved. Even if I die trying.''
Reader: 'Well, then pick up the bag. Better get started while I'm still here to watch, I haven't all day.'
Lover: 'Isn't that enough for you?'
Reader: 'You're pathetic.'
Lover: 'Yes. I'm a sorry little man because I'm in love with someone so hateful and cold as you.'
Reader: *slightly taken aback, turns around to mask shock and maintaining fašade says* 'You're finally making sense! You finally see I'm not this wonderful vision, in fact you'll find spending time with me to be hell.'
Lover: *smiles again* 'But that won't stop me, because every moment with you is heaven.'
Reader: *fašade breaks, tears streaming down face* 'But I cannot…how can you? Why do you?'
Lover: 'Because I love you.'