I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You’re in denial. You do know. You just need to give in. Let the pain consume you….just for a little while. I’ll be here to help you through it.

No. I’m okay. Really. I’ll get over it.

You’re right. You are okay. But you won’t be for long if you don’t accept this as the truth. There is no way to get over it. That’s impossible.

What are you talking about? Of course it’s possible.

You’re delusional, baby. You have to take the initiative if you want me to help you.

I don’t want you to help me. I don’t need help. You don’t understand.

I don’t need to understand. What you need now is a hug and a mug of cocoa and someone to listen. I can be that.

I’m not a child.

I know.

So stop treating me like one!

I’m treating you like a human being. Do you even hear yourself? For weeks now you’ve been locked up in your house. You won’t see anyone but me. You barely eat anything. You need help. Admit it. Let me help you. I want to

...Nobody can help me.