I want to be an apricot (short)

'I want to be an apricot.' she says with her long blonde hair not without a touch of a fresh orange ripe in the summer. 'Why an apricot?' I ask without so much as a thought to the true reason why, but most of all because we're supposed to say something when someone says anything. Or so I thought before I knew silence could be a powerful answer as well. In this case, it would've been. Why an apricot though? That's most curious. She could've chosen any other fruit or plant or thing. She looks at me. Those fire blue eyes piercing me. I can't help it. Now I must know and repeat. 'Why an apricot?' She's joy and bliss now. 'Got you thinking, didn't it?' Well, yes it did. Am I that transparent? She doesn't answer. Or rather, she replies with another question. 'What would you choose to be?' I'm puzzled. I never thought of it. I can choose to be anything? I wouldn't choose something to be consumed or eaten. I'd choose something sturdy to see the ages go by. A rock somewhere in the highlands. Even rocks end up dying though. I get the feeling I should choose with more care. She's still looking at me. I don't know what to answer, but answer I must. For her sake and mine. I hold her small hands. I don't see her smile now. She always smiles when I touch her. No reason to be any different now. Why then? I could believe in her smile even if she's not showing it. That's what I do. I have a knack to construct my own reality. It's easy and I've been doing it for years now. 'My dear, I have no answer to give, except I'd choose to be anything except this.' She fakes incomprehension. 'This?' she asks. 'Yes. All of it. Anything, anyone, anywhere.' I sit down. Her hand is far gone now. Out of reach of my grasp. 'But you're pointing at yourself.' her fire blue eyes don't meet mine. I don't search for them anyway. It's better like this 'I know.' I say, wishing wishes could come true. Even then I found myself longing for her touch.