She's not
- She’s just a girl
- I know, but…
- But what ?
- But… no she’s not! She’s so much more than that.
- What is she then?
- A doll! An angel! A dream come true…
- A dream! Exactly. She’s a fantasy, nothing more.
- But…
- But WHAT?
- I want to believe in this dream. Even if it’s only a fairy tale and
nothing more. Look at her! Look at her red new shoes, her dotted dress
and her peaceful face.
- Stop it! You’re hurting yourself! She can’t be with you! She just
won’t! Forget it… Forget HER! That’s the past? It’s over now.
- No. It’s not! Can you hear me? I can’t… can’t leave without her? Her
smile, her tenderness. I feel her hands upon me, on my face. She used to
touch it with her fingertips and draw the lines of my face. She would
whisper “nose” and “eyes” and “lips” and then she’d kiss them repeating
“nose, eyes, lips”. And then she’d smile and a tear would roll down her
cheek. I’d ask “Why are you crying my fairy?” and she’d just answer
“because time is passing by…”
- You loved her didn’t you?
- I love her.
- But she’s gone…
- But I want her to come back. I want to hold her in my arms, to kiss
her perfect face one more time. To hear her laugh, to watch her dance in
our bedroom. Just one last time. Before she turns away. Please.
- … You know she is…
- SHUT THE FUCK UP! Don’t say that.
She’s not…
