Seth, don't leave"Don't leave! Don't go!" Mandy screamed. She felt her heart beat like a metronome, as if the quickening and loudening beats would rip out of her chest any second. And when they did, he'd already be gone. Seth would leave her to continue on with her life as a breathing corpse. For others it would be as if he had never existed, but Mandy would be the one person to suffer from his absence. It would be her moping around without any meaning to the passing days.
"Mandy, why the hell can't you just realize that I shouldn't be here," Seth yelled back. He was only ten feet away from Mandy, and his thirst was becoming unbearable. His skin was cement about to crack, and it was getting worse. He spun around and began to walk away until he heard Mandy pronounce his name again.
Mandy's "Why, Seth?" stopped him in his tracks. He needed to turn and face her but couldn't. He reached inconspicuously into his sweatshirt pocket and dragged his hand across the recently sharpened blade of his pocket knife.