“Nice to see you again. Today we’re going to talk about.”
Andrew cuts him off.
“Can we talk about today?”
“What happened today?”
“I found a new bottom. I didn’t think I could get any lower but I did. Pablo… It’s over for me. I can’t do this anymore. You told me once I am clean, that my mind will be free of clouds of indecisiveness and filled with sunshine.”
Pablo leans forward from his chair.
“How about we take a deep breath and slow our mind down.”
Andrew attempts but goes on to talking.
“I’m fucking sober now and I’m feeling worst than ever. What the fuck, is the point of being clean if I still feel the same way I did before. You said everything would changed. You said that I was on the right path. You fucking lied. I’m fucking here and nothing has changed, if anything they got worst. There’s no point to any of this. All of it is just a lie…”
Pablo tries to cut off Andrew to no prevail. Andrew’s emotions are pouring out.
“Fuck this. I’m leaving.”
Andrew grabs his coat and storms out the room. Pablo goes to calm him down but Andrew is already outside in the blizzard.
“It’s brick as fuck.”
[In the distance] Pablo yells out his name. Andrew, Andrew.
Andrew starts to get tears running from his eyes as he talks to himself.
“I don’t want to finish anything. FUCK the goals, the dreams, the future, everything can get sent on fire.”
Pablo out of breath sneaks up behind Andrew.
“Andrew come back inside, so we can talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t care about none of it. There is no reason to do any of it. Fuck the animals, Fuck the books, Fuck the love. There’s nothing to wish for. I’m over this meaningless life.”
Pablo grabs Andrew by the shoulder.
“Andrew, look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have one thing in your life that you’re grateful for.”
“I’m not saying I don’t. I love my family. It will kill my mother to see me gone but I don’t care anymore. I want to be selfish. I’m not going to keep torturing myself in this life just to make my mom happy. I can’t do it anymore. I hate all of this. I’m crazy. I was born to be sad.”
“No one is born to be sad. That’s why you’re talking to me right. You know you have so much to offer to this world…”
Andrew backs away and looks to the ground.
“I can’t do it”. I just can”t. All the signs from the universe were fake. None of it was real. Everything is fake”
“What about all the progress you been making? Why do you want to throw that all away?”
A tear falling from Andrew’s face freezes.
“It’s pointless. I don’t get a prize for keeping it going. I win nothing for living a regular life. All of life is meaningless. I don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore Pablo. I want to be happy but nothing brings me joy anymore. I feel grey inside.”
Pablo pauses. He looks all around the area and checks his watch.
“It’s 1:44. You want to get some coffee.”
Pablo fists bumps Andrew’s shoulder.
“Come on, that place is open over there and I’m freezing.”
Andrew follows Pablo into the shop.