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I try not to care. I really do. It's not my fault your eyes cut through me like I was air. It's not my fault.
I try not to dwell on it. I really do.
A minute is a burden. One more, and I may explode.
The way he stares. One more, and I may explode.
The thinness of his lips. One more, and I may explode.
What? No. A minute more. All I ask. It's not a lot.
Don't worry.
I minute is nothing. It means nothing. It is a raindrop in the sea. All it is, is sixty seconds, and all sixty seconds are, are 6000 milliseconds. But what does that mean? What does it MATTER?
When she tells me it's her last, I don't know what to say.
"The first, the last. Just a minute."
She spends it like one.