“You look pretty for a sick girl,” he said when he accompanied me for my weekly visit to hospital.
“That’s because I’m not sick. I’m just.. err.. damaged. You know, if I were a machine, one of my wires is being cutoff, KONSLET you know konslet?”
“So what are you? Human or machine?”
“Yeah yeah.. I know. I should ask the doctors what the medical name for this. It’s kinda strange to explain to people, like yesterday I met a friend and we chatted and she asked me what’s my disease and I told her the cut-off wire thing like I’m some kind of robot.. hahaha.. I should’ve known the medical name, you know something sound cool and sophisticated disease like Spinocerebellar Atrophy or Cerebellar Hemorrhage.. So if people ask me they will said ‘whoaa! That’s cool!’”
“That’s not cool, Dev.. That’s scary. You’re crazy!”
“I know.”
“So.. can the ‘wire’ thing can be replaced, or fixed, or something?”
“I’m afraid not. What I can do is just to prevent another wire from being damage too. By changing my lifestyle.”
“Or else?”
“Or else.. you don’t wanna know.”
“What is it?”
“You know what the worst part it?”
”What?”
“Not be able to remember you.”
“Really?”
“Don’t worry. I will not make that happen. I’m taking care all of the wires remains. That would make a good movie thou, I don’t remember you but we still love eachother, you know like in that Korean movie.. maybe they would make us a movie and I’d being played by BCL and you’d being played by Desta!”
“You’re crazy.”
“I know.”
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