Eh...titles...

[Patrick]

"Have you ever realised that when a raindrop hits the ground and dissolves in a puddle it loses everything that made it unique? It just becomes a small part of a large ensemble. No more weaving between currents of air, no more unique shape, no more freezing into lovely six-sided shapes if ever the ambient temperature drops below freezing".

 

She sighed, the three sentence monologue taking a lot more from her than she had expected.

 

"The unique droplet meets its comrades-" she coughed, a slow, painful cough.

 

"No...comrade is-" *cough* "-not the-" *cough* "-right-" *cough* *cough* *cough* "-WORD!"

 

A few more hacking wheezes brought the sequence to an end and with it a few blessed moments of calm.

 

"Where was...ah yes. Dissolving...the image of the death of a raindrop." A smile slowly spread among the wrinkles on her aged face.

 

"Yes...dissolv-" *cough"

 

"Losing that sense of-" *cough* "-self"

 

"You have your stupid metaphor, the last drop...HA!...of wisdom you were expecting of me. Now...all of you leave...LEAVE! LEAAAAAAAAA-!" *cough*... *COUGH*

 

"just go..."

 

"please...let me go..."

 

*cough*

[Snypiuer]

 . . . wow.😲