She’s looking at you like she always does. Only this time is different. She doesn’t know what’s coming. And you do. You’re a few inches away and proximity is one hell of a salesman, closing the deal on your behalf. Though you’ve got nothing to sell. You've been here before and remember : You survived. You're wishing a bus could hit you and write with your flimsy corpse a letter for her eyes. But you won't die today. Not yet you won’t. You just need to remember. The last time you were here.

Each time you’re afraid, fear is a scent around you. Breathe in. Fear is Oxygen.

Listen, listen. Just in the middle of that conversation. When she swings her voice like an uppercut at your jaw. Listen, listen. You can dodge son. But you don’t. You let her hit. And your calm wait, this once, makes you realize the usual motion of your restless tongue. This once you’re not waiting for your turn to speak. And the lethal bus goes by and a planet hits another, a wave blew a town. But look, see : You're surviving.

Are you paralysed with fear? That’s a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember our rule of thumb: The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.

If you don’t survive, come back and complain. The bureau is open till 5 today.

Listen, listen. There's this story my dad used to tell me. Antheaus. You know Antheaus ? Greek titan my friend. Each time he was thrown on the ground, Antheaus would get stronger. Defeat made him stronger, son. He was the antithesis of that pitiful frailness I see here.

Draw closer damn it ! It's a small step for you but a gigantic step for both our humanities. Come on. Let the bus hit you. Even if you die, the next you will survive.

"So ... About something. I wanted to ask whether what we have. What this is. Was …
…
was only friendship ... Just. You know. Makes it easier"
It is
Good. Good. It's more ... clear like that
Yes it is"

You laugh. She laughs. The bus still blazes through but look. Look, look. It’s not a looming death. It’s just an awkward breeze that passes by and leaves you with the surprising realisation that most things you try won’t kill you. That most of the time, you actually survive.

Bureau closed now. Come back tomorrow.