"I want to help you," she said quietly.
"You can't," he replied just as softly.
"Why are you like this?" Frustration crept into her voice. "It's like you don't even want to live. You're healthy. You're strong. You eat good food, you're getting a good education, you sleep safely in your bed every night. You should be thanking God for that. Instead, you act like a spoiled brat and waste your life."
The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
"Do you know how many people are suffering from terrible diseases?" she added, her tone sharpening with emotion.
"Shut up," he gritted, rubbing his forehead as if warding off a headache.
"I want to help you," she insisted, softer now. "Share your pain with me. You can cry. Let it out."
He ignored her.
"Friends make things lighter," she continued stubbornly. "If you surround yourself with good people, half your day feels easier."
"What are you?" he snapped, rising to his feet in irritation. "A magician?"
