Sleep Disease

"Ian died"
"I know"
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing. I'm just spiritually immobile."
"Bullshit. You were his best friend!"
"Means what now? Doesn't change the fact he's dead."
"You could at least look more...affected"
"I am affected."
"I hate you."
"Me too."
"What's life?"
"Life is air."
"Where are you now?"
"In the hospital."
"Where?"
"In the hospital."
"Yeah, I heard you the first time. How come? I can't believe it!"
"Health problems."
"Figures. It's like you're all dying."
"He chose to die."
"They still think it was an accident."
"Bullshit. He wasn't that clumsy."
"If you say so. But if he killed himself, it's somehow even sadder."
"Not really. I like to believe it was a suicide. If it was an accident, it's just pitiful."
"Yeah. He wanted to do so many things and with an accident BANG! Everything faded, his chances all erased."
"It's stupid."
"Ema's crying and crying and crying. She won't stop."
"She won't solve anything with crying. Tell her that."
"You're too cruel."
"Tomorrow she'll be just fine. She'll pick herself up from the floor, she'll brush her teeth and her hair, she'll put make up on and start organizing things."
" Yeah. She was always strong, despite her looks."
"When do they think he died?"
"Last night, around ten. Are you sure you're alright? You two were really close after all."
" Yeah. I'm fine. I can't go back in time, punch him and tell him he'll die. Even if I could, I wouldn't."
"I'm jealous of you. I probably wouldn't be able to stay so calm."
"I'm not calm. Actually, I can't feel anything right now. My life will go as planned, as it did before. I'm not sad, I'm not hurting, I'm not even empty. I don't feel anything right now."
"Yeah well...I guess it has to pass some time before you can acknowledge the fact that he's dead. I have to go now. Got to see how we'll manage with all the ruckus in here."
"OK. When you'll set the date, call me. I think I'll be able to go to the funeral."
"No problem. It's OK even if you can't come. Just be sure to have the problem you're in the hospital for dealt with. Bye."
"Bye"

It's raining again. Exactly how it was on the day we've met, Ian. How is it up there, in the Kingdom of the God named Sky? I'm fine, like I've always been. Soon, I'll start crying and feel empty, but don't worry, I'm fine. Soon, you'll see me smiling and moving forward. You'll stay as a photo on my wall. I'll greet you everyday. You've died, Ian. And I'm alone.
We're free.