Ashley: It’s a beautiful day considering how gloomy it is.
Taylor: What are you even talking about it looks like the sky is sad, do you think sad is beautiful?
Ashley: Stop talking with your mouth full
Taylor: Sorry
Ashley: Anyways no I do not think that sad is beautiful, but it’s not ugly either. We have all felt sadness and so it’s like you can relate to the sky.
(Begins to rain)
Taylor: Oh nice you made the sky cry, you monster.
Ashley: I did nothing to poke at its feelings.
Taylor: Well whatever to whoevers fault it is I don’t want to ruin my hair
Ashley: How is it that you are so manly as you chow down your food but when it comes to your hair you remember you are a lady or something?
Taylor: How is it that I picked a friend who is more like my mother than a 19 year old girl?
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Ashley: Why didn’t you bring an umbrella?
Taylor: I did not know it was going to rain, it was a beautiful day this morning
Ashley: The weather report said to expect rain
Taylor: (Mockingly) I don’t watch the weather
Ashley: Perhaps you  should start, then you would know.
Taylor: (Sticks tongue out )
How is your mother doing?
Ashley: Not very well, still pretty sick
Taylor: I’m sorry
Ashley: Part of me wishes she would just kick the can already, I mean she’s in so much pain I hate to see her this way. Another part of me is selfish enough to want her alive, in pain.
Taylor: That’s not very selfish, it’s all just very human of you.
Ashley: I mean...like...Taylor, what am I to do when my mother is gone? Tears up
Taylor: Carry her inside of you and keep her alive there.
Ashley: That’s not the same
Taylor: It’s all you can do, it’s the best you can do carry on her legacy.
Ashley: She’ll never get the chance to meet her grandchildren, or my husband. They’ll never get to meet her.
Taylor: But they will be able to meet her through you, all your stories and photographs her memory will not die out as long as you are still that’s what kids do.
Ashley: Sometimes I wish I could die before her, I just can’t handle the pain
Taylor: That’s just not the way it works
Ashley: I know, I don’t want a ghost inside of me
Taylor: It’ll be a friendly ghost.
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Ashley: Thanks Taylor, you always know what to say. (Looks out window) Looks like the rain stopped I think I’m going to visit my mom now
Taylor: Alright, lunch again soon
Ashley: Yeah, tomorrow?
Taylor: Ha, wow you must like me a lot you’re not even playing hard to get
Ashley: Totally
Taylor: But yes I’d love to get lunch with you tomorrow.
Ashley: Until then my friend
Taylor: Goodbye.
(Hug goodbye)

Later Taylor’s phone rings
Nurse: Hello is this Taylor?
Taylor: Yes, who is this?
Nurse: Missy, I’m a nurse at St. John Hospital
Taylor: That’s where Ashley’s mom is staying?!
(Runs to car
Arrives to hospital)
Taylor: Hello I got a call from a Nurse, my name is Taylor Benn
Nurse 2: Oh, okay...alright she’s in room A121
Taylor: Thank you
Taylor: Oh my god,
Taylor enters and no one is in the room, and she begins to walk up to the bed
Doctor: I’m so sorry about your loss, she was struck by a drunk driver killed from impact.
Taylor: Wha-?
(pulls the sheet covers)
Taylor: Ashley! What no it’s supposed to be her mom!
Doctor: - Did you plot her mother’s murder or something? Ah, no, sorry well sometimes the kids die first. Didn’t Missy inform you it was Ashley?
Taylor: I don’t know once I heard St John Hospital I stopped listening. Ashley had so much more to experience, she’s never...she’s never going to get married, or have kids.
Doctor: She’s still alive here (points to heart)
Taylor: (hits hands away) No- it’s not the same, she can’t die no
Doctor: Take your time, I’ll leave you alone.
(Walks out)
Taylor: ….No...no...no
(fade out lights)