34 2.6.1. It's Real

Silence and then there's noise, deafening noise. Ringing in my ears as I trip back on my seat in disbelief.

This can't be.

He's clearly kidding me.

But... he doesn't seem like it.

Somehow, the words seem unreal and yet so much real than anything I've ever heard before.

Something inside me wants to believe it to be true, just so there is nothing in between us. Just me and Justine. But somehow that part of me that says it's not true seems almost delusional.

"What?", I whisper, swallowing hard.

Ben looks anguished, like he wants to be anywhere but here at the moment.

"He's been dead for two years, Jason", he looks away at last.

That's when it comes out of me. This uncontrollable laughter I can't seem to get a hold off.

"Clinton's dead", I laugh out again even more louder than the words I just spoke.

"That was a good one. I'll give you that", I say in between my laughter as tears flow down my eyes.