-I think I'll die.

-Why?

-I don't know, I just have a feeling that the time has come.

Barcode looked at Jeff, on his hand was a Marlboro cigarette. His red lips reached out for a sip of wine, the bitterness spread all over his throat, just like a drug that he could not resist. Jeff stared at an empty space, his face made him look like he was busy thinking about something really crucial. The taste of tequila prevented him from hearing what Barcode was saying clearly. He hated it.

-You know, life can be too short for some people, then why do you want to kill yourself? Isn't it such a stupid thing to do?

Barcode snickered then went on to smoke the cigarette. His reckless look was a complete contrast to those sparkling round eyes, anyone who looked into his eyes thought that only angels could have such beautiful eyes.

-What does it have to do with you? My death won't harm you anyways. I've always wanted to get back to Jesus, staying by his side is way better than having to survive in this harsh world.

The moment the cigarette stopped lighting, everything seemed to be delusional. Barcode promised to himself that he would spread ashes of love deep into the ground. Mother Earth has always been loving him like that. Every time he felt that he would die, Mother Earth helped him reborn and brought him to heaven once again, and he truly appreciated it.

-I'm better than Jesus, am I?

-How come?

Barcode looked at Jeff, in his eyes there was a deep, dark ocean which covered his empty soul completely. Just like a withered bouquet of flower, vitality was nowhere to be found.

-I love you more than he does.

-Haha Jeff, good joke.

Barcode laughed out loud, he saw Jeff's love confession nothing other than a silly joke. The taste of alcohol mixed with the smell of cigarette created a perfect combination that could keep himself awake all night long. The moon at night represented Barcode's feelings. It seemed easy to see through at first, but when people got to know him, they realized that he had many secrets behind his innocent face. Barcode was beautiful like the moon, and he was lonely like the moon.

-No, I'm serious. I love you.

-Are you kidding me?

Barcode doubted it, every movements stopped completely, the night fell into cold silence.

-No, why should I?

Jeff shrugged his shoulders with confusion.

-You're always joking Jeff.

-Not this time, darling.

Barcode dropped himself on the couch and sighed softly, he gave the person sitting in opposite direction a hateful look. He picked up another cigarette and lightened it.

-Don't call me darling.

One more reason why he could not die. Barcode hated it.

-I know you need me, so don't leave.

-But I want to.

Barcode's voice sounded so calm that death to him just seemed like a peaceful stroll in the park. He loved observing the beauty of death and cherishing it, to Barcode, death was one of the most extraordinary arts in this world. It was an invaluable gift for such a lowly person like him.

-What is death to you?

-It's my task, my work of arts. I was born to die.