Surat Wasiat

"What the hell..."
"Please. Spare this poor girl from your constant cynicism, love."
"What the hell are you writing? Is that a will?"
"You can read."
"I know I can read. Wait. Oh God... I knew it. I knew it! I've been suspecting that you're a closet emo, but I never thought you'll be so stupid to even think about killing yourself."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not an emo. My hair is black, and I don't wear eyeliners, it's just I don't sleep enough lately and I'm wearing a pink shirt right now."
"From the looks, you don't look like it, but you do brood like one. That's why I call it a closet emo."
"The word is very degrading, honey, can't you just say depressed or something? It's not even the right term, I'm not depressed whatsoever."
"You've been ignoring me these past five days, you've been abnormally immersed in something you don't usually do, you talked in your sleep, you ate like a robot, you cringed all the time, you ran away to your grandma's and do I have to continue myself?"
"...I'm... I'm lost."
"You are depressed!"
"...I'm having a test, bubblegum."
"...For God sake. If you ever call me with that name again..."
"What name, honeybee?"
"I swear I'm gonna..."
"That's how I feel every time you call me emo."
"...Okay, fine. You got your point."
"I always have my point."
"So all this time you're acting strange because you're having a test?"
"I'm not the brightest bulb, so I've been working my butt off to pass the test and it's not even close. You've been distracting me all the time I couldn't study when you're around."
"So that time when you went to your grandma's house, it's not because you're mad at me?"
"You seriously think I'll do something that childish? If I were mad at you, I'm not gonna go to my grandma's house. I can simply kick you out."
"Do you have to be so mean?"
"I'm not mean, in fact, I'm very generous. See, I left everything I have for you in my will."
"The will! Why in the hell are you writing a will? You said you're not depressed, not an emo, as far as I know your health record is clean, so why the hell do you need a will?"
"...In case I failed the test."
"What the fuck..."
"Mom's not gonna be happy."
"...Oh dear. Are you so concerned about the test result? It's not gonna be that bad and don't smile like that, it gave me the creep."
"You know, it's really not healthy for me to be around you."
"You can't rid of me, you know that."
"I wouldn't anyway. Oh well, adios now. I'm going to my lesson course."
"I always forget that you're still in school."
"Not long."
"It's been too long."
"Anyway... Throw the will away."
"Getting rid of the evidence, hm? You're getting your confidence back?"
"Nope. I'm just thinking, that if I really fail the test, I'm just gonna take my savings and went somewhere."
"...Spoiled brat."