- You go.
- Yahtzee!
- What? Is that what you're playing?
- Right. That's what we are doing.
- I thought we were playing Ship, Captain, and Crew.
- Oh. Well, I wasn't.
- So, who's winning, then?
- I guess we both are.
- Awesome, I love it. Let's play on.
She didn't know what to make of it, so she decided not to overthink it. She had a smile on her face and that was enough. That was more than enough, for now.
Serais-je assez heureuse pour que tu sois jalouse, elle t'a dit, avec son regard. Parce que alors je saurais que c'est vrai.
Night of disgust, night of awakenings, night of honesty. To be honest, this isn't as fictional as either have been some of the last bits.
It may not be the time right now, but when the time comes, I hope you come around. That's what I intend to do.
But enough of this I-novel for now.
And then I go and spoil it all by doing something stupid like agreeing with you.
J'ai saisi l'allusion.
I know I won't have the balls to believe it's me, but what the hell? Here I go.
C'est curieux. J'ai une étrange sensation d'avoir déjà rencontré ces yeux foncés. Quelque chose a passé et, maintenant, je ne peux pas de pas les voir.
Quería que llegara el momento y que no le diera tiempo a mi mano, y moviera la suya. Si las dos lo estamos pensando, a qué esperamos, ¿no? No deberíamos temer tanto confesarnos lo fácil que nos resulta querer a alguien. Admitir, que sí, que todos nos sentimos un poco solos y en el fondo sólo queremos que alguien nos preste atención. Y que nos diga lo guapos que somos, aunque sea mentira. Pero, ya sabes, que sea verdad para ellos, que eso es subjetivo y cuentos chinos para no dormir.
Que digan que quieren... Eso, eso que queremos todos.
Monde imaginaire, je suis au paradis, au sphère supérieure du paradis. Mon paradis terrestre, le paradis fiscaux.
You were in my dreams last night. We were back in your car, and this time I wasn't in such a rush to go home. Just like that night, I didn't want to go anywhere.
Mer étoilée, étoile de mer. Nous sommes nées sous une mauvaise étoile, infortunées. Condamnées à jamais nous trouver. Pas dans cette vie.
Je n'arrive pas à comprendre. Ça n'a ni queue ni tête, ça me dépasse.
In a world where ghosts, vampires and wizards walk around almost as if they were real, one can very easily mistake anyone for an actual human being. It's tough out there.
Every once in a while, a moment in time. We could all use a story.
C'est plus tard. Trop tard pour écrire un happy end.
Miras atrás y descubres cada conversación como una entrevista, repasando todos los puntos de un guión donde se te comparaba con el anterior receptáculo.
But if there's ever a happy occasion, don't count on me to do any celebrating.
None for you.
