But A Moment

"Don't send it."

"Why not?"

"She's getting tired of you."

"She says she isn't."

"You think she'd tell you? Are you an idiot?"

"It's just a simple question. Yes or no. That's all."

"If she answers, which she won't, you are not going to like the answer."

"I might. You never know until you ask."

"I'm telling you, don't send it."

"I'm sending it."

"Who do you think you are to her?"

"I'm her friend."

"You're nothing. Less than nothing."

"That's not true."

"You know it is. Why do you keep sending those messages? Because you want to see her. You want her to be all smiles and happy to see you so you'll feel better about yourself. You know everyone plays the happy friend to your face."

"What are you trying to say? Just come out and say it."

"You don't mean anything to her! Maybe you did once, but not anymore! Stop trying to act like you haven't screwed everything up! You have a chance, a small one, to make things right. You need to take it."

"And what is that?"

"Start now by not sending that message."

"But..."

"Shut up and delete it. You know I'm right. You spoke to her three times this week already. How is that not enough for you?"

"I'm lonely."

"You're going to spew that excuse every chance you get, aren't you?"

"It's true."

"Get over it."

"I'm sending it."

"It's your funeral. You're the only one between the two of you with something to lose, and you'll lose more than just her. You think he'll stick up for you?"

"He'll take the side of what's right."

"You think that's you? Really? You really are an idiot."

"I'm sending it."

"Fucking idiot."