Mouth agape. I stare at the embodiment of foolishness.
Minutes pass by.
Will I die from shock?
"You can have a hair tie," proceeds the fool.
Mouth ajar. A fly could rest on my tongue and my shock would not dissolve.
"Oh crap, I should have asked you what you want," the fool goes on. Endless chattering spews from the empty mind and I wail.
"AHH, what is that sound you are making?" of course no fool would understand.
"It is the sound of agony of the loss of a golden opportunity, " I utter looking into the distance, "We can no longer be friends."