[Jill is quiet as Kaveh speaks. She's realizing she doesn't know much about the man, but then again he probably knows just as little about her. It would probably be best for them to do this without the assistance of alcohol, but it's rather too late for that.
She listens. Drinks some more, probably three quarters of the bottle is now gone as she listens and takes in the words Kaveh says, letting them rest in the air for a long while before she finally responds with something, voice cracking along the edges.]
But he was alive. You may have left, but he was still alive.
[What she says sounds strange, like Jill is already far too gone to be making any kind of sense, but it's not that. She drags a hand over her face, covering her eyes that begin to sting with the heat of tears. The words are hard to get out and her lips are moving in silence before she finally comes with her half of the equal exchange]
I don't even know if he's alive.
[And that's what hurts the most: the not knowing.]
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She listens. Drinks some more, probably three quarters of the bottle is now gone as she listens and takes in the words Kaveh says, letting them rest in the air for a long while before she finally responds with something, voice cracking along the edges.]
But he was alive. You may have left, but he was still alive.
[What she says sounds strange, like Jill is already far too gone to be making any kind of sense, but it's not that. She drags a hand over her face, covering her eyes that begin to sting with the heat of tears. The words are hard to get out and her lips are moving in silence before she finally comes with her half of the equal exchange]
I don't even know if he's alive.
[And that's what hurts the most: the not knowing.]