Whole milk. (story/pickupline) (Patreon)

"Hello. Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. What are you listening - no. No, that is a waste of a question. Hi. Do you ever worry that you're going to die alone? I worry about that sometimes. Especially in the grocery store. No. Wait. Wait. You're beautiful. I don't mean because you're not beautiful. I think I'm beautiful, and I still worry. I'm smart, and beautiful, and I feel alive sometimes, even! But I worry that I'm going to die alone.

I didn't want to interrupt your shopping. But I saw you. Your shaved head. Your eyes. The way the world blurs just around your edges. I thought, maybe they worry sometimes, too. So, yeah. I don't want to die alone. Oh god I'm rambling. You're beautiful. I'm afraid of dying in general. But I'm terrified of dying alone. I saw you and I thought maybe it would be okay. Maybe dying would be okay if I could die with you.

I don't want to die alone. I want to die with you.

What's your name?"