Silence filled the space between the two – probably more than just that. The time almost seemed to forget that it was supposed to pass.
„What do you think you are doing?“
„Jenna, leave me alone.“
„Leave you alone to do what exactly? Seriously, I thought you were smarter than that.“
„Oh, so it’s smart to play everyone else’s game instead of following my own path?! So it’s smart to be someone who I am not and never will or wanted to be?! I thought YOU were smarter than that!“
„Lily…“.Jenna unfolded her arms and looked at her friend.
„Don’t look at me that way. I really don’t need your disapproval as well.“
„Give me that knife.“
„Why would you even care?“ Lily’s voice turned into a soft whispered.
„Because I care for you. You are my friend. It hurts to see how you withdraw yourself since that… incident. Losing you would kill me. Please, Lily!“
„You already lost me.“
Jenna covered her mouth with her right hand, glancing to the ground, back up into Lily’s brown eyes. Only to find them dull and without the familiar sparkle. Her eyes started to water yet she didn’t cry.
„Without him I have nothing to live for.“
„You have me.“
„I thought I would have him. Now I think that I might be able to see him again. Somewhere … else.“
„You can’t just throw away your life! Lily, You lost him. YOU out of all people should know pretty damn well how painful it is.“
„I am alive but I am not living. The days are flashing without me even notiving it. All I feel is emptiness.“
A single tear reached the ground. The room was silent for what seemed like forever – even though it has been merely a few seconds.
„Like there’s nothing left inside of me. It doesn’t matter if I die because I am not living. Life is nothing but a blur for me anymore.“
Jenna wiped her now tear strained face as she said: „It does matter.“
Lily moved the knife in her hand as if she was studying its refelction.
„I am sorry.“
„NO ! Lily! NO! Lily! Lily! Say something. Please.“
A fading whisper could be heard „Don’t you suffer please. You…“
Nothing but silence could be heard in the room.
Jenna’s eyes were locked to the red flood pouring out her best friend’s chest. Salty droplets started to mix with the red framing the pale surface of the one person she knew wasn’t living anymore but it still mattered if she was dead or alive.
Somehow it did.