"What… I mean I had an insurance, so she must have gotten enough to go to college without much tension. She must have made new friends, people who cared for her, and moved on…" Johan said, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"Isn't this a bit too optimistic? She loved you so much, she cared for you, and you died to save her, and now she can just move on? Isn't that a bit… sad?" James said in a composed voice.
"I made the choice of dying. She doesn't owe me anything. I don't really want her to be stuck up on the past. It won't bring me back to life, and I am doing fairly fine… it doesn't change much." Johan said, narrowing his eyes, trying to figure out what James was trying to say.
"Wouldn't it have been better if she thought about you daily, cried thinking about you, never smiled, or laughed again, just kept gazing at your pictures… eating bland food, just remembering you…" James' voice grew lower, but it was extremely loud to Johan.
