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So Eric, are you sure there is no other way?

Yes Brandon, I'm sure of it. There's nothing else I can do.

But is what you want Eric? Are you prepared for the consequences should it go wrong?

I...I don't know if it's what I want, but I know that if I don't do it, I'd just be hurting myself. Moreover I'd be hurting her Lora, I'd be hurting her. Maybe not now, but in the long run.

If you won't listen to your heart, at least listen to your head Eric, don't just give up like that

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Shakespeare. You always were fascinated with words.

It's my whole life Brandon. At least it was before she came into my life.

You see!! That's my point!! You've changed in the time you've had with her. And you may not realise it, but so has she! By doing this you're breaking her more than yourself!

And what would you have me do Lora? Just stay with her and pretend everything's alright?! I cant. I just.....no lora, I can't. I have nothing but my words left.

She won't go easily Eric. You know that.

I know.

Exactly!!! Do you see now? You may not have much to lose, but she does!!

But it may be the best thing for her Lora.

How can you take his side?! Do you not see what he's doing?!

I'm sorry Lora, but I can't argue with him there.

Well, it seems that my arguements fall upon deaf ears. Fine. I'll leave now.

Thank you Brandon, and can you also thank Lora for me? For listening

I will Eric. Kirstie doesn't know...does she?

That I'm dying? No. That would just make things worse.

Agreed. So...what happens now?

It is done; the bell invites me. Here it not, for it is a knell That summons me to heaven or hell.

You always loved your quotes.

Not as much as the love that I have for Kirstie. Brandon, Can I ask for one more favour from you?

Ask.

I want you to watch over her when I'm gone. Be there for her...because I won't be. Would you promise me this?

I promise.

Thank you.

If there is nothing else, I too will take my leave.

Farewell Brandon. For death holds no secrets from a man who enters the shroud of his own accord.

Goodbye brother.


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