-Are you lonely?
Just a little bit.
-Then come on, join me.
I would rather not.
-Why not?
I would prefer to be lonely.
-That is stupid.
I didn’t say otherwise.
-So why are you like that?
I don’t know. Perhaps I am afraid.
-Afraid of…
People. Like you.
-And that’s why you prefer to be stuck out alone? Come on, I won’t bite.
I think that’s what other people have told me. It did not end well.
-Is that so.
Yes.
-So there you are, alone and lonely, and yet refusing to be around others.
That would be me.
-I doubt that the sensation is pleasant.
It’s not. It hurts sometimes, but only sometimes. But it’s better than how I felt when I was with others.
-But were you bruised over and over again?
And what if I said I did? What would you do if you were in my situation?
-Frankly, I do not know. But still, hold my hand.
Why are you doing this?
-Because I, too, am lonely.