- Please talk to me. I took the first step already anyway. Shame’s upon me. Please say something, I can’t stand this silence.
- So you think this is about pride or honor or something?
[She freezes.]
- It’s not… You don’t understand this at all, do you? Nothing was right from the start. We could’ve seen this coming; we should have been alarmed long ago. What are you staring at? I’m talking now, that’s exactly what you wanted, right? Are you scared? Don't tell me you're scared.
- No.
[It was only a whisper.]
- Well don’t freak out on me then, kid. Everything’s not lost; maybe I can still fix this.
- You can? Won’t you need me?
[He answers her question with an evasive glance and remains silent. She knows enough.]
1.2.15
It's harder to stand up straight
- The emptiness, it's so dense. The light within is so dark. I keep mixing them up in my head. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before. Yet I know it all, I even think I can foretell.
[A deep sigh escapes.]
- You should give yourself a break, rest. You don't have to worry now.
[He drops to his knees but keeps looking to the floor for a few more seconds.]
- It’s all about one thing, you know. Always about that one, same thing. But it’s everything.
[He stops talking and looks tormented. It takes a while until he starts speaking again, although his eyes are still looking the other way.]
- I’m sorry, I’m rattling. It’s been hard to think clearly in this vortex of events.
- Don’t worry man, I told you. You’re not alone in this, remember?
- I have never felt loneliness pressing so heavily on my chest, pal. I know you‘re there, but it also got you under its full weight. I’m sorry.
[ The man looks up, searches for eye contact.]
- I don’t believe you. It was you who dove right into this shit, pulling me with you. This is not the time or place to opt out, man. Hey, look at me.
[As he looks at him, the man can’t get another word out of his mouth. He grins. They just stare for few moments.]
- It’s harder to stand up straight than to lie down, isn’t it.
- It sure is.
[A deep sigh escapes.]
- You should give yourself a break, rest. You don't have to worry now.
[He drops to his knees but keeps looking to the floor for a few more seconds.]
- It’s all about one thing, you know. Always about that one, same thing. But it’s everything.
[He stops talking and looks tormented. It takes a while until he starts speaking again, although his eyes are still looking the other way.]
- I’m sorry, I’m rattling. It’s been hard to think clearly in this vortex of events.
- Don’t worry man, I told you. You’re not alone in this, remember?
- I have never felt loneliness pressing so heavily on my chest, pal. I know you‘re there, but it also got you under its full weight. I’m sorry.
[ The man looks up, searches for eye contact.]
- I don’t believe you. It was you who dove right into this shit, pulling me with you. This is not the time or place to opt out, man. Hey, look at me.
[As he looks at him, the man can’t get another word out of his mouth. He grins. They just stare for few moments.]
- It’s harder to stand up straight than to lie down, isn’t it.
- It sure is.
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