Lilly Lives Alone (2025)

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- One time in grade

school, the teacher

told us that if

you close your eyes

and concentrate for 30 whole

seconds, you make a memory.

Same teacher showed

us how to take apart

a worm, how with each

of their extra hearts,

they could keep on moving

and wiggling in the dirt.

Never mind them losing

half their body.

They keep going.

I tried to make

a memory of that.

But memories don't

work that way for me.

I can only make out

shapes and colors,

like the feeling

of people's faces.

I remember them like a

pastel blur of lips and eyes,

like tiny flashing pictures

with nothing else to hold on to.

Some of the memories I

can't remember at all,

like they belong

to someone else.

And they were taken

from me, like they never

had their 30 seconds at all.

And the rest just blend

together into a blank nothing.

Not one of them feels

real, except one.

- What are you doing?

What time is it?

What are you writing?

Is it about me?

- Hon, you know

you're already late.

- Yeah, for what?

- You said you had to work.

- sh*t.

Ah, f*ck it.

My bro's shop.

He's cool.

This your kid?

This girl yours?

- You know this was

a one-time thing.

All right?

I mean, you can

finish your smoke,

but then you got to get going.

- You for real?

What, is she dead or something?

- Something.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- You know something about it?

- I buried my dad last year,

my mom the year before that.

It's how it always seems

to happen now, am I right?

One and then the other.

Like, you know, one

heart stops and the other

don't want to face it

alone, so it gives out too.

Expected it sooner or later.

I always hope for later, though.

They were good people.

Is that like a

scrapbook or something?

- Oh, my god, this

was a mistake.

- A mistake?

Come on now.

My birthday is in April.

- Where are they at now?

- Who?

- Your folks.

You said they were good people.

I take it you meant they were

good in, like, a Christian way.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, so where are

they at now, Jed?

Jedidiah.

You believe there's

a heaven, don't you?

- Yeah, I do.

I don't know if it's, like,

clouds and angels and the Virgin

and all that sh*t,

but I believe in God.

Don't mostly everybody?

Don't you?

- No.

No, I try to count on only stuff

I can see and make sense of.

Yeah.

I believe in matter.

- What's that?

- Oh, my-- matter.

Yeah, this and everything else.

It's--

It's you, me, your tiny

prick, your dead mom and dad,

that pack of smokes,

that picture full of none

of your f*cking business.

I believe when we die,

whatever we took in,

we just put right back out.

- That's a cold way

of seeing things.

- Yeah.

That's what my mama thought too.

I'd just rather worry

about now is all.

Not some place I can't even see.

- Yeah, well, I like to know

where I'm going to end up.

Ain't just some stuff

floating in space.

f*ck that.

Wouldn't feel too good if

I thought of it that way.

Truth told, it makes

me feel sorry for you.

- Don't.

- You got any treasure

in here or what?

- Leave it, all right?

- Got your matter

all locked up, huh?

- You're a real dummy, Jed.

- Can I see you again?

- No.

Sorry to say I

was being serious.

- Why is that?

You seemed to be

into it last night.

I know I lit a little

fire down there, right?

- Yeah, you were OK.

You want me to walk you out?

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm going.

sh*t.

- Morning.

- You know the rest

of us have been here

for 20 minutes, hot stuff.

- Don't start, please.

You'll see, and then I'll

really be in some sh*t.

Some of us decent folk aren't

sleeping with Santa Claus,

you know.

- OK.

If that were true,

you'd better believe

I would not be on toilet

duty three times a week.

What?

- You said "duty."

- Oh, f*ck you.

Get changed.

It's always something with you.

- It's hot in here.

- Hey, I keep telling you to

get a window box or something.

You're going to melt like Lilly

Popsicle by the time summer

comes back around.

Leave me with no one

worth talking to.

- Well, I am sure you will

find somebody desperate enough

to laugh at your dad jokes.

- When I tell them, they're

mom jokes, thank you.

Seriously, though, you should

get your butt in the walk in.

Cool down for a sec.

- OK.

Yeah, I will, I will.

- Get stuck in there, though,

and I'm going to leave you.

Got dibs on your stuff.

- What stuff?

- I don't know.

Hey, seriously, though, this

has to be the last time.

I can't keep making up stories

just so you can sleep in, OK?

It's my butt too.

Beast is bubbling out there.

- I guess it's time to revolt.

- Yeah, I'd settle

for a smoke break.

See you out there.

- Yep.

Sorry, kid.

You scared me.

You need help finding something?

Can I help you find something?

Your parents around?

Jesus.

All right.

Come on, kid.

Help!

Help, I need help!

It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

I need help!

Y'all are funny as f*ck.

Yeah, I didn't realize it had

a street full of clowns here.

You know what?

Whoever f*cking did this,

just so, so g*dd*mn funny.

- You all right?

You need help?

What was that?

- I have no idea.

- You know--

- What the f*ck, man?

What are you doing here?

- I know you said you

didn't want to see me again,

but I didn't think

you really meant it.

- I meant it.

How did you get in here?

I thought you were stable, man.

You going crazy

on me this quick?

- Not yet.

I left my wallet in the morning.

Figured I'd stop by after

you got off, maybe say hello.

Maybe try for round two.

I thought about waiting for

you naked in the bedroom,

but you keep it locked up.

You smell like old milk.

- I don't remember

giving you a key.

- You ain't the first person to

hide a key in a rock, you know.

- m*therf*cker.

- Take it easy.

- Hey man, kindly f*ck off.

- Can I at least use

your pot before I go?

- If you don't call it that.

- Would have used it

before you came in,

but like everything else

you got here, it's locked.

- It's not locked.

It's old.

Try pushing.

- The same since they sold it.

I tell you that.

I don't know how

they stayed in there.

It stunk like a skunk.

- f*ck.

sh*t.

f*ck.

Is there someone else here?

- What do you mean?

- You ever think about

having another kid?

Who's that?

- Dude, are you a cop?

What's with all the questions?

- Who is she?

- You can't tell?

My mother.

- You know, you, uh,

look a lot like her.

You still close with her?

- Well, she's dead, Jed.

- How'd it happen?

- f*ck off, man.

What the f*ck?

- Wait, I've seen this before.

That sign.

The same f*cking sign.

We've been here before.

- Yeah?

Jed?

Jed, you better not

be f*cking with me.

Hey, I am not your booty call.

I was just so f*cking polite.

So f*cking sick of this

backwoods bullshit.

I see you.

You want a new story?

You want a picture?

I'll f*cking pose for you.

Just--

Get out of my f*cking house.

f*cking piece of sh*t.

- Dudes are coming down the

aisle handing out drinks

with that sh*t.

I got

them kissing my a*s.

- The plane crashed.

Hey, Lilly.

- One of you two know

anything about who's

been banging on my walls?

- Ma'am, you know

you're bleeding.

- One of you does.

- That looks pretty bad.

- Ma'am.

Ma'am.

I think you got us wrong.

- Oh, I do?

- We were both just hanging.

- Honest to God, we've

just been in and out

over here all evening.

Just talking.

You see or hear nothing?

- Nothing.

- There you go.

But that cut is going

to get infected.

Are you feeling all right?

- Why were you out

here talking to Jed?

- I think I got something

to disinfect that.

You want to come

inside for a bit?

- The man who just

left my g*dd*mn house.

I saw you talking,

bunch of Chatty Cathys.

- Oh, that guy?

Yeah, we don't know him.

He just asked us for directions.

That's all.

- Directions?

- Back to the interstate.

- Are you sure about that?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I want y'all to stop

whatever it is you're doing.

- Lilly, there's

nothing to stop.

There's no ill will here.

We're your friends.

This is what you

call a community.

In case you forgot.

- Pick up.

Pick up, pick up.

- Hello?

- Claire.

Claire?

- What time is it?

- I don't know.

Late probably or early.

- Are you OK?

- Uh.

Hello?

- So what are you doing?

- I'm asleep.

It's the middle of the night.

- Do you want to come over?

Can you come over?

- I've got the early

shift tomorrow,

so unless you're dying,

I am going to sleep.

- No, I understand.

That's fine.

That's fine.

No, that's OK.

- Are you dying?

Are you f*cked up right now?

Go to bed, Lilly.

I'll call you from the

store in the morning.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

- OK?

Good night, OK?

- Yeah.

- Love you.

- Yeah, love you too.

Is it?

No, it can't be.

It can't be today.

No.

No, I marked every day.

I did.

OK.

- Don't sh**t.

Don't sh**t.

Don't sh**t.

Don't sh**t.

- Damn it, Russel.

- I wasn't--

- Wasn't what?

- Oh, God.

- Answer faster.

- I was just checking on you.

That's all I was doing.

I was just checking on you.

- You were spying on me.

- No, no, no.

I wasn't doing that.

I wasn't doing that.

We heard noises, banging

and smashing and yelling.

We all did.

- Who?

- Everybody.

- I didn't--

I didn't do what you all think.

- Please, don't, don't, don't.

I know.

I know.

Please, please don't sh**t me.

I know that.

I know that.

I was just thinking

that maybe you

needed some help, that's

all, that I can help you.

- Help?

You thought you could help me?

- Yeah, just help you, 'cause--

because you lost a child.

- No, no, no.

Shut the f*ck up.

- OK.

- You know what?

You're a f*cking nothing.

- OK.

- You know that?

- I know that.

I do.

I know that.

I know I'm nothing, I know that.

Please.

- OK, you need to

tell them, all right?

You need to tell them that

I didn't do that, all right?

- I will.

I will.

- I didn't do nothing.

- I know.

I will.

I'll tell them.

I'll tell them.

- You tell them.

- I will.

- Tell them.

- OK.

- I didn't f*cking do that.

- OK, please.

Don't hurt me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry, Lilly.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

- Russel.

- She almost k*lled me.

She almost k*lled me.

- Lilly?

Babe?

Oh, Jesus.

Lilly.

Oh, look at you.

What happened?

- I had an accident.

Two accidents.

I'm so glad you came.

- OK.

OK, It's going to be OK.

Yeah, we're going to

get you cleaned up.

Shh.

- Better?

- Your head is pretty messed up.

You sure you don't want to go

to the hospital or nothing?

OK.

You'll have a pretty cool scar.

It's going to sting.

OK.

Well, I covered

it in alcohol, so.

There's no shortage

of that around here.

Don't want you turning

green on us, though.

- I'm sorry for calling you.

- It's OK.

I should have come sooner.

I'm sorry, Lilly.

I didn't-- I didn't realize.

I didn't.

I'm sorry.

- Today's 10 years.

- Yeah.

- I keep a calendar every

day, and I couldn't even

remember the date.

And I think I told myself I had

another month, but it's today.

I thought I'd be OK.

- Hey.

You're OK.

OK.

It's OK.

There we go.

It's better with

the light on you.

Oh.

Your mother was beautiful.

We don't need to talk about her.

We can just sit.

That's good, right?

- I'm seeing things.

Too many f*cking things.

I f*cking hate her

for it so much.

- You keep her picture around.

OK.

Woo.

OK.

What are we doing then?

Two drunk hot chicks on a

fiery Sunday night before work.

There's a lot of guys that would

pay good money for that show.

- Oh yeah.

Most of them live

on this street.

When I was little, it was

mostly just me and my mom.

My daddy wasn't around much yet.

Any chance she would

get, she was always

teaching me something.

She'd tell me, you can't

let your guard down,

not for a minute.

You got to earn your own damn

money, be self-sufficient.

It's you or nobody.

What she'd say the most is

men are always coming for you.

You can't give in

to them men, Lills.

Men like your daddy.

But then that is

just what she did.

Every time he came

back, she did.

And f*cking k*lled her.

I mean.

He k*lled her.

She k*lled her.

This whole place k*lled her.

Look at me.

- Hey, you're

still alive, Lills.

- Oh, God.

Please don't call me that.

- Sorry.

- I made all of these

promises to myself,

and I can't even

remember what they were.

I'm all out of her lessons.

I really miss them.

God damn it.

I'm just like her, aren't I?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe you are.

It doesn't mean you're going

to be like her, though.

My dad never worked a

damn day in his life.

But I am up at 5:30 every

day just to make sure

my family's got

something to eat.

So what does that tell you

about repeating cycles?

- It tells me that you should

walk up to that bald f*ck

and say, hey, you need to

give me more money or a break,

or I'm going to break you.

You need one.

As long as life!

- That's true.

- You know what, me too.

Oh, you gotta see this.

- What is this?

- Found it on the porch.

- Was it hers?

- I got a note on my

car this morning too.

- OK.

What did it say?

- You know, this town is real

proud about being forgiving

and Christian, but

every chance they get,

somebody is trying real hard

to watch me burn alive in here.

Like they know I'm going to

hell and demand it come sooner.

Like I don't see through

every last one of them.

f*cking.

- Hey, I'm a Christian.

- I don't hold it

against you neither.

- Good.

- This stuff is cancer.

It used to feel so good.

Now it's just nothing.

Empty air.

Claire, they're

coming to get me, OK?

- Hey, no one is coming

to get you, babe.

- I'm just so tired.

- What's this?

- That's my cloraze.

It's for this.

- OK.

How many did you take?

Lilly?

- They know what I did, though.

- What do you

mean, what you did?

Everybody knows it

was an accident.

We all know.

How many did you take?

- 10.

10 years.

- OK, yeah, it was 10 years

ago, but it was an accident.

Lily.

Is there somebody here?

Babe?

Is there somebody

in the bedroom?

- No.

No.

No.

- Lilly.

Lilly, get off.

- Claire, no.

I'm just, please.

- You're hurting me.

- No.

- Please stop.

OK, you're hurting me, Lily.

- Trying to help you.

- OK, enough.

Look, get help, OK?

I can't.

It's too early.

Just go to bed.

Get some help.

- Claire?

Claire?

Claire, where are you at?

Claire?

Claire, where are you at?

Claire?

- You could do it.

I mean, you don't have a man.

You don't have any ties,

anything weighing you down.

I'd go with you if I could.

- Yeah, but who would

take care of you if I go?

- Babe, I love you, but you're

barely taking care of yourself.

Look at you.

Look at your uniform.

- It's the same

one you've got on.

- Yeah, and I wash

mine sometimes.

- Where would I go?

- Somewhere quieter than that

crazy voice in your head.

- Then what?

- At least you're not here.

- Hi, you've reached

Claire, David, and Abby.

Leave a message.

- Claire, I just needed

to know that you were OK.

You're probably just trying

to sleep right now or maybe

you went into work early.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just want to make sure.

So I hope I didn't

wake up your family.

All right.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry.

OK, bye.

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

- Lillian.

Lillian, this is Russel.

Look, I don't want to start

up everything with you again.

But look, everybody is more

than a little concerned now.

And for some

reason, they elected

me to come over here

and talk to you.

- Please, go the f*ck away.

- Well, there's no need to

be disrespectful, Lillian.

OK?

We don't want to

call the police.

None of us do.

And I know that you would

never harm me or anybody.

I believe that.

I do.

Look, you don't have to

do this alone, you know.

You have friends.

You think this is fun

for me, standing out here

freezing my a*s off?

I'm cold, I'm tired,

I'm exhausted,

and frankly, I'm getting

a little frustrated.

Oh, well, that is cute.

That is f*cking cute.

You put a g*n in my

face, you f*cking b*tch.

I've been nothing

but kind to you,

and here you are

shutting me out.

You know, you don't

own sadness, Lillian.

You don't own despair.

Life is f*cking

hard for everybody,

and no one has any say so

about what happens to them.

You, me, nobody.

f*cking talk to me.

f*ck you.

- Lillian.

Lillian.

Lills, I-- I need my paycheck.

- You don't work anymore, Dad.

No paychecks.

- It should f*cking

be right here.

You're stealing from me.

- Does it hurt?

- Of course it hurts.

What the f*ck do you care?

You won't look for my papers?

- I'm getting them, Dad.

I'll find them.

- c**ts.

You know who you are.

Oh, yeah.

You're just too busy.

Where's your mom gone?

- Mom is dead, Dad.

Remember?

- Your mother.

Beautiful woman.

- Yes, Dad.

- Where'd she go?

Where's that other man gone?

- Who are you

talking about, Dad?

- Don't play f*cking

tricks with me.

That man that's always here.

Always here with you.

- No one is here, Dad.

- Where's my money?

You got it?

Bunch of grifters.

You, you and your

b*tch of a mother.

- Who's that?

I ain't playing this game.

I'm sick of this.

I have had enough.

- Hey, hey.

Hey, hands off me.

Sorry.

- Hey, what are

you, a perv, man?

- No.

- You a f*cking perv?

- No.

- Are you the one following me?

Are you the son of a b*tch who's

been following me and banging

on my house?

- Banging on your house?

Oh.

I'm going to go.

- Just sit.

- It got blood all over it.

Look at it.

It's broken.

- Why are you filming me?

Why are you outside of

my house filming me?

- I wasn't.

- f*ck you weren't.

Don't lie to me, you little--

oh, what's this?

Huh?

What's this?

You don't mind if I just

throw this in the microwave,

warm it up for a few minutes?

- Wait, come on.

I wasn't filming you.

I was filming the house

is all, just the house.

- Why?

- I don't know.

I thought I might see something.

It ain't exactly a secret,

you know, what happened here.

What you did.

Why all you do is go to work,

come home, keep to yourself.

All locked up.

Why nobody ever sees you except

at the bars outside the valley.

- Sounds like you know a lot.

- I didn't mean to hurt nobody.

I just thought I might

see something different.

- I'm all there is to see here.

- Can I have my tape back?

- No, you can't.

You've been watching

my place for a while?

- Yeah.

- How long?

You been filming me every day?

- Not every day.

- You see me with men?

- It's not like that.

- Oh, what's it like then?

- You want to give

me some of that?

- I don't got no more.

f*ck's sake.

- Thank you.

- Well?

- You remember the murders

at the coast in Rock Point?

The husband and wife,

almost 15 years back.

- Barely.

- Well, I do.

I think about it a whole lot.

It seems like for

years people were too

afraid to leave their houses.

It was the most

excited I've ever been.

When the news

cameras came, folks

were talking about seeing

all sorts of spirits.

The wife and husband walking

along the beach up and down

every night.

Trails of blood behind them too.

I wanted to see it so bad.

- You know that's

Looney Tunes, right?

- Yeah, well, I

heard them stories,

and the first thing I did

was grab my Dad's camcorder

and post it up on the dunes

in freezing cold rain.

And I sat there and watched and

watched all night every night

for over a month.

I sat there.

I fixed my eyes on the

tide and just watched.

- Did you see a ghost?

- No.

- And now you're harassing me,

following me around, sending me

notes for what?

- I never left notes.

I'm sorry for scaring you.

There's just nothing else

for me here, you know.

Not here.

I don't got much to hold on to.

I gotta try.

I have to try.

- Why do you care so much?

- You ain't the only person that

ever lost somebody, you know.

- Well, you ain't the first

one to come here in the decade

since she died.

Not even close.

You ain't special.

And the only spirits here

you just drank the last of.

- Hey, I'm sorry.

- Yeah.

- Oh, no.

Mama.

- Claire?

- Who's Claire?

- Just a sec.

Just a second.

- Come on.

It's getting cold.

Well, I didn't wake you, did I?

- You came.

You're here.

- The hell you

been doing in here?

It's almost as bad as my place.

- Why did you come?

- sh*t, you forget already?

You called me up.

- Because you said

you wanted to.

You said so yourself.

- You begged me to come.

- But you actually did.

You came back.

And you don't even know me.

Not really.

- Was I supposed to hang up?

Say no thank you, call you

crazy or something like that?

- You could have.

- That what you want?

- Nope.

- What are you doing?

You seem fixed on

kicking me out earlier.

- Here.

Dance with me.

- Sorry?

I thought of your mother

While hitching a ride

I flagged down the driver

- You like this

kind of music, Jed?

Someday I'll call

From out on the road

I still hear your voice

In each dial tone

But I can't go home

There's nothing out there

You told me so

- This song was my

mother's favorite.

But it's not forever

- She's dead, Jed.

Remember?

I needed to go

- What happened to her?

- Did you know I used to sing?

Only in cowboy bars

for men like you.

Here, there, in between.

I used to sing to

my little girl too.

This song.

This was my mama's favorite.

- Yeah, you mentioned it.

Look, you want me to help

you clean up or something?

But I can't go home

- Should have did

what I did, Jeff.

- Jed.

- To her only daughter.

- Well, you ain't dead.

- But she did it to me.

When she couldn't take care

of her own self, I had to.

And when she left,

she left me, him.

You know what they say.

You gotta be better

than your parents.

For your kid's sake

and their kid's sake.

- Yeah, I don't

know who says that.

- Hey.

- Come on.

Let's get you up.

- Ow.

It's OK.

I know why you came tonight.

Because, well, you

wanted to know.

Like it's some God damn mystery

everybody's got to solve.

You want to know what

happened 10 years ago

and know about me and my ex and

the whole history of the world.

History of my matter.

Remember, Jed?

- I only came here

because you called me.

- Nope.

You want to know

if I'm a m*rder*r.

- What?

Look, I didn't come over

here with no accusations, OK?

I like you.

I think.

I just didn't think you'd be so

f*cked by the time I got here.

I just thought that you--

- You thought that you were

going to f*ck me and find out

all my secrets.

Let me tell you something, Jed.

I come from the bad people.

I mean, it ain't a secret.

Everybody knows me in these

parts, this backwater.

Somehow everybody but you.

I come from the bad stock.

Bad apples, baby.

- Yeah, I don't believe in that.

People are just people.

Hell, if I believed in that, I

wouldn't want to be me neither.

sh*t, I don't want to think

about all the sh*t I've done.

What's a good person anyway?

- Don't.

Don't.

- You hearing that?

- It's the shutters.

Here, listen, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You know, my daddy

used to have this cane.

It was more a stick with

tape wrapped around it.

And he would whack,

whack on the table

any time he wasn't

getting what he wanted.

Her attention.

And when she finally

couldn't take it anymore,

she found a way out.

She found one.

She just forgot to

take me with her.

And then across my shoulders,

it was whack, whack, whack.

My turn.

It was my attention he needed.

Only I couldn't find a

way out like she did.

And then one day, that man

just looked across the room

and spotted me and called

me by my mama's name.

That's when I knew that

if I didn't do something,

I would end up just like her.

And just like my mama,

I was going to choose me

over anything else.

- That don't sound so bad.

- I loved him.

He couldn't feed

himself, really.

Not really.

- Listen.

Listen to me.

Sounds like whatever you did

back then, maybe you had to, OK?

What the hell are those anyway?

- Oh, like you don't know.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- OK, Jed, if you want

to play it that way.

- I told you, I don't

need no accusations.

- I saw you out there talking

to Russel and the men.

- Yeah, so?

- You all want to see me dead

or dying, but I'm still here.

- I only came here

tonight because I

wanted to get laid, OK?

And maybe that was my bad.

That's on me.

But I don't-- I don't care

what mistakes you made.

- You will.

f*ck me.

What the hell was that?

Hey, who's back there?

- Nobody.

- What do you mean, nobody?

Who's back there?

Are you playing games with me?

Is this fun for you?

Hey, who's back there?

Answer me, damn it.

- Dance with me.

- sh*t.

Who's in here?

Open up.

What is this?

What, you got somebody

locked up in there?

What the hell are

you doing in here?

Answer me, Lilly.

What is this?

You ain't going to f*cking move.

Hello?

Anyone in there?

I'm here to help.

Can you hear me?

Where's the key?

Where's the g*dd*mn key?

OK.

- Stop!

All right.

All right.

You want to know?

You want to know everything?

It's what you already know.

It happened right there.

I was-- I don't know.

I never asked for a kid.

I didn't want one.

And then she came, and she

was so perfect and beautiful

and too good for me.

And I was f*cking passed out in

the bathtub when it happened.

And she saw this little bag and

thought it was, I don't know,

sugar, and she--

she was really curious and--

We couldn't call

the cops, and he--

I didn't.

But I loved her so much.

So much.

I did all the best I could.

Really the best I could.

I have more love to give.

I have more.

So much more.

- Oh, what the f*ck?

That's why you picked me up?

That's why you-- that's why you

got all these pregnancy tests

and sh*t around here?

I should call the f*cking cops.

Maybe you aren't

fit to be a mom.

Maybe you aren't

fit to have a baby.

That ever cross your

f*cking little mind?

Who is in here?

What the f*ck is going on?

f*ck.

- No!

- Hey.

Hey, darling.

Come here.

- Shh.

It's only pain.

It only hurts for

a little while.

Like most everything.

I lied to you this morning.

I do believe in an afterlife.

You were right.

There's got to be something

comes after this, 'cause

I've seen it and felt it.

I can feel it right now.

I did love her.

I didn't know what that meant,

not really, what it looked like.

No one taught me.

But I could--

I can remember every

single bit of her.

That's how I know there

can't be just nothing.

She gave me so much, and I

never thought I'd feel it again.

And now it's like a

miracle I don't deserve.

It's happening.

It's happening anyway.

Oh, God.

God.

I remember your little hands.

The lines on your soft skin.

When your fingers wrapped around

mine and held on so tight.

I remember all of it.

I remember everything.

Shh.

Oh, it's OK.

It's all right, it's all

right, it's all right.

It's all right, it's all right.

I've got you, I got you.