It is on nights like these that pain and loneliness come face to face and sit down
for a heartfelt conversation.
"You deepen my presence, you know that, right?" Pain mocks Loneliness.
"Well, as much as I'd like to agree, that depends on how you look at it,"
Loneliness replies with a chuckle.
"Wait, look at this. When a person feels me and then shares it with another, I
get divided and eventually have to flee. But when you and I arrive together,
that's when everything becomes unbearable for them," Pain explains
dramatically.
"So, you're saying we shouldn't knock on a door at the same time?" Loneliness
tries to grasp the idea.
"Exactly! I think we should go easy on the people who are warm enough to
host us for days," Pain concedes.
"Haha! Then you should understand that, more often than not, it's because of
me that you even get to intrude into their rooms. Otherwise, you'd be left
sleeping in the corridors," Loneliness laughs.
"Isn't it vanity that makes you think I exist only because of you? I come in
many forms, and I know I can stand alone," Pain asserts.
And what begins as a small talk between Pain and Loneliness slowly turns into
a quarrel. When I abruptly open the door to the darkest chamber of my heart, I
hear their heated debate—and as I look at them, I can barely tell which is which.