Stress

-Hey Slendy... somethin' bothering you?
-...
-C'mon, you can tell me.
-I'll never find her...
-Hm?
-A woman who doesn't die in my arms...
-Doesn't sound too hard...
-I... I don't know why, but whenever I find someone, and I try and ease my way up slowly, as not to scare them of course, moving when I'm not seen as not to startle them... they always scream, they mumble something about 'static', cover their ears, and just as I'm about to give hold them in a reassuring embrace... all life is gone from them... their eyes clouded with a white haze...
-...
-I'll never find love... one drink, please.
-what kind--?
-I DON'T CARE... Just... something to ease the pain...
-On the house.