Mother:
*What* are you?
HIM:
Me? I, am I. You? You were home.
Mother:
Where are you taking me?
HIM:
The beginning.
[pause]
HIM:
It won't hurt much longer.
Mother:
What hurts me the most is that I wasn't enough.
HIM:
It's not your fault. Nothing is ever enough. I couldn't create if it was. And I have to. That's what I do. That's what I am. And now I must try it all again.
Mother:
No. Just let me go.
HIM:
I need one last thing.
Mother:
I have nothing left to give.
HIM:
Your love. It's still there, isn't it?
[pause]
Mother:
Go ahead. Take it.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:24