"I need to rest", he said, in a low, drawn out tone.
“So rest”, she replied, taking a sip of whatever drink her mug contained.
“You don’t get it, I really need to rest!”, he insisted, exasperated.
“Take a day off, then. Stay home and sleep the day away, you’ll feel better”, she tapped his thigh and smiled, showing the usual dimples on her cheeks.
“You don’t understand, there is no rest, there’s no days off, no sleeping, there are no naps that can make this go away. The brutal and constant noise, always buzzing in the background, no matter where I am or what I’m doing!”, his eyes watered up as the words tried to climb out of his throat. She put the drink down and looked lost.
“Imagine your entire life is chaos under a surface of apparent peace and quiet; that while the days float by in front of your eyes, there’s a war raging behind them. A bloody, ruthless, unending battle that you can’t escape, can’t turn away from and cannot win.”, he shook his head, eyes on the ground. “No, I can’t rest”
She left. He starved. They disappeared.