i doubt if she even watches tv anymore

"are you going to tell me?" i ask

for the umpteenth time. 

she doesn't exactly look at me

she sees through me

like she has been doing for so long 

and mutters, 'does it even matter?'

'i'm worried.' i tell her. 

'what's the worst that could happen?' she asks. 

'death?'

'everyone dies.' she tell me

as if that is something i don't know.