-"The weekend of my life, I guess." He said.

We'd been sitting on a bench at the park for at least half an hour until he broke the silence with what he said.

-"You always were kind of dramatic, you know." I replied really believing that, not just trying to give him a hard time. "It's hard for me to define the rest of my life over what happened in two days." He tucked his head down into his chest, these last couple of days the weather has given us a little taste of the winter to come. His hands were buried in his sweatshirt pockets coming out only to steal a hit for the cigarette burning in the ashtray.

-"You've just never been me," he answered with just a hint of anger, as if he's been trying, unsuccessfully, to make me understand all this time, "you've just never been in a situation when you realize you're in the fight for your life." He turned his head and blew the smoke he still had in his lungs. "Yes, I am dramatic, but that's how I've lived all of my life and I cant do otherwise, not now, I'm too old and tired."

I tried to understand but his constant disappearings and sudden sunken depressions were starting to get to me, his bad vibes we're sinking into me and I was starting to feel just as tired, just as old as he was.

-"I cant continue doing this anymore, I can't have much more drama in my life than I have right now. You're sucking me dry over something that should've been fixed long ago, or maybe, possibly, it never should have happened. Instead I'm here listening to you tell your story over and over again as if you really had something new to say but you always manage to dwell in the same hole for too long, far too long for me to keep caring anyway."

There was this strange silence in the whole park after I finished saying that last word, I was surprised to actually realize that I had said that out loud. It was strange how I felt every fucking nerve in my body react to so much anxiety yet he stood still and pale. He tried taking another hit from his cigarette and realized it had gone out, he sighed with disappointment but stood not surprised.

He gave me a glance and said it was time to go. He stood up and without saying goodbye he started walking down the street towards a part of town I've never gone to.

I could still hear that last sigh coming from him, it made a shiver run down my spine and shook my bones. For the first time in all these years I was afraid that today could be the last day I'll ever see him.