"What would you do if I died?"

"I would cry. I wouldn't be able to eat. I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'd be left with the endless storm of questions, "What could I of done?" "Is it my fault?" "What did they do to deserve this?" 

"Would you really care? Do you really care?"

"So much. More than you know."

"Really?"

"Definitely."

And then they left. 

And I cried. I cried and I cried and I cried until eventually, crying became as regular as breathing. I couldn't hold my food down. And at the middle of the night, where all were asleep,  I spent my time thinking, "What could I of done?"

"Is it my fault?"

"What did they do to deserve this?"

"Why did they go...."

I stared at the empty abyss of the dark until it felt like instead, it was looking at me.

"Do you really care?"

"More than you know..."