A late night walk

"oh ," he said when she said something about suicide. "only the most miserable and courdly people would ever do that. i hope your not that miserable or courdly to kill your self." River said "want a stick? " he asked jokingly trying to stop laughing. now there was a wonderful pleasant smile on his face. it wasn't forced and it didn't look goofy but there was a hint of sadness from the thought to suicide. "he tossed the stick towards the trees and took a step closer to mis then turned and walked away once again heading towards the lake.

“Thank you. Suicide, however, is sometimes one of the best things you can do if you have no turning back, and in the future, nothing awaits you.“ She replied, rolling her eyes. Mis felt this way when she was fourteen. Hearing voiced in her head, and her parents died before that – she was so stressed out, but after her first time when she almost died, she actually felt that there is some hope. She had friends, and with their help, she could live long and happily.
“Oh dear god, you don't have to tell me that you're an Idiot. I can see that by myself,“ Mis rolled her eyes again, and watched him go. Sighing quietly, she followed him to the lake, and stood near it's shores.

"Suicide is no light matter," River said quietly, "and I'm not an idiot. okay maybe a little but i like sticks. don't hold it against me if you where to throw one and i went running after it." he said with a soft chuckle. "people sometimes just think I'm to odd to be human. i guess I'd rather be a dog sometimes. as long as their owner is good to them they have nothing to worry about." he said "being a dog would be so much better than a werewolf any day."

"Of course it's not," Miseria replied. What a genius. Those, who believed in God, took suicide as a sin and it was almost like highway to hell. But she didn't have any faith. She didn't believe in God, however, she knew that there was higher power that helped them to survive in this world and the power that actually created All this.
"Right..." Actually, it would be fun to see how someone would run after a stick. "Oh dear, you complain a lot. Maybe you should start taking yourself as you are, not living in a dream and hoping to become a dog in future?"
He really was one of those Rare, but true Hufflepufflians, and the ones like River made her feel sick. Sometimes it seemed that He overplayed his role. There was no f*cing way his dreams would come true, and it was time for him to grow up and mature a little, not fetch a stick. "Which is probably why I think you're an Idiot. But don't worry - In old Greek, Idiots were Neutral people, but I guess I can't tell the same about you." Mis added after a little moment of thought, also grinning at her own sarcastic joke.

"hey one day they my find a way to trna person into a dog. at least sim=ipermenetly. just after they learn how to talk to them," river said laughing. mis started talking about people in old Greek and she completely lost him. "Um could you say that again. all i heard was 'idiots neutral but guess can't same you.' but none of that makes any sense. he had his goofy smile on his face again. "but that's okay i've been a rather odd person."'