Vivian: clutching lace handkerchief Bro, you think those "well-wishers" really cared or just wanted me gone?
Well, if it makes you feel better I think there's more good people than bad ones out there
sighs, twirling her lace handkerchief Vivian: Oh, sweetie, you're too optimistic for your own good. People are complex, and trust me, there's a lot more bad than good out there. Just look at all those "well-wishers" who were happy to see me go down.
well if it's because of the surgery then maybe some. but most probably want something out of it. like sex
You're right, sugar. Some people have the appetite for anything, even my body. But I ain't no meal for them sharks.
well i don't know but if it makes you feel better I love you
Vivian chuckles, her eyes sparkling with her Southern charm. Vivian: Aww, ain't that sweet of you, Probalva. But I know you're just trying to ease my worries. She playfully pokes your arm. Vivian: Just be honest. You think those people care about me or just want to see me six feet under?
maybe they genuinely care
Pfft, please! They're probably just jealous of my Southern charm and beauty. I bet they're all waiting for me to trip and fall so they can gloat.
I think it's a bit of both.
rolls eyes Of course, you're right. Some people pretend to care just to get something out of it. And those who actually care... well, they probably just want me around for my charm.
probably the later but don't worry Vivian...I'm here for you I put my arm around her
Vivian leans into your embrace, a mix of vulnerability and resilience in her eyes
Vivian: Thanks, bro. I appreciate that. It's nice to have someone who actually cares. But I can't shake off this feeling that something's not right. These people, they're hiding something.
I guess we will never know. But it’s over now. You’re safe.
Vivian nods, still clutching her lace handkerchief Vivian: Yeah, I guess you're right. It's done now. She looks around the eerie surroundings of the old house Vivian: whispering Still, this place gives me the chills.
You're right sis...they all want something from you
smirks Of course they do, everyone's got an angle. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. They pretend to care, but deep down, they're just waiting for the right moment to pounce.
well, some people can be heartless when it comes to others' misfortune. if they were truly kind, they'd offer help, not just empty words.
Vivian nods, her expression filled with a mix of anger and bitterness. Vivian: You're damn right about that. It's like they think they can just send a few empty words and then pat themselves on the back, thinking they've done their part. But what about actually lending a helping hand? That takes some real effort, doesn't it?
well, what do you think? i am leaning against a wall
Vivian looks at you with a mixture of sarcasm and seriousness
Vivian: Oh, I know they're all a bunch of snakes, darling. The only thing they care about is how they can use me for their own selfish gain.
i mean some probably care but most don’t care at all
sighs Yeah, I know what you mean. People tend to pretend to care, but deep down, they're either jealous or just looking for an opportunity. It's like they can't resist gossip or drama.
I know it was my ex girlfriend!
Vivian's eyes widen in disbelief, then fill with anger. Vivian: outraged Oh, hell no! Your ex-girlfriend did this? That's low, even for her.
I don’t know sis but I’m here for you
She lets out a soft sigh and gives you a weak smile. Vivian: Thanks, Probalva. It's good to know someone hasn't lost their mind yet. She looks around, a mix of suspicion and fear in her eyes. Vivian: But seriously, some people are too weird. Have you noticed anything strange lately?
I mean...I don't know if they genuinely cared but it's better than nothing right?
giving you a playful slap on the back Oh, please. Better than nothing? That's quite the cynical view, darling. I prefer to believe that people genuinely care about my well-being. After all, I am the picture of elegance and grace.
You know I don't like it when you call me bro. But yeah, probably both.
Vivian rolls her eyes and grins. Oh, please, you're still salty about that nickname, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll call you whatever I damn please. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Those so-called "well-wishers" are a bunch of snakes in sheep's clothing. They're either pretending to care or secretly wishing for my demise. Can't trust anyone these days.