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Los Angeles, at the C.A.C, 2003.
[Shane walks into a large exhibit that is a dazzling roomful of mirrors and softly glowing neon lights. Cherie is there. Shane quietly walks up behind her, her image reflecting a dozen times in the mirrors.]
Cherie: You heard him. He'll kill you.
Shane: (hesitant) You know... my entire life, people have said that... I would become a psychopath if I didn't learn how to feel.
[Cherie turns around and faces Shane.]
Shane: But I wanna know, Cherie, what the fuck is so great about feeling? Because I finally let myself. And I feel like my heart's been completely ripped out.
Cherie: I'm sorry.
Shane: I had this insane idea that you and I could be together. Because it felt real.
Cherie: It was a delusion.
Shane: Then I'm delusional. Because, I swear you felt the same way about me.
[Shane looks crushed. Even though Cherie speaks gently, her words sting.]
Cherie: What if I did? What difference would it make? What if, in the time we spent together, I felt more alive than I have in the last 20 years of my life? What if that were true? Do you think that I would leave my husband? My child, my... houses in Bel Air and East Hampton, my trips to Paris? My black tie galas?
Cherie: To run to some... rank little love nest, with a 25-year-old... assistant hairdresser... who barely has her foot in the door? (near tears) In this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.
[Shane stares at Cherie, wounded. After a moment, she walks away.]
Cherie: You heard him. He'll kill you.
Shane: (hesitant) You know... my entire life, people have said that... I would become a psychopath if I didn't learn how to feel.
[Cherie turns around and faces Shane.]
Shane: But I wanna know, Cherie, what the fuck is so great about feeling? Because I finally let myself. And I feel like my heart's been completely ripped out.
Cherie: I'm sorry.
Shane: I had this insane idea that you and I could be together. Because it felt real.
Cherie: It was a delusion.
Shane: Then I'm delusional. Because, I swear you felt the same way about me.
[Shane looks crushed. Even though Cherie speaks gently, her words sting.]
Cherie: What if I did? What difference would it make? What if, in the time we spent together, I felt more alive than I have in the last 20 years of my life? What if that were true? Do you think that I would leave my husband? My child, my... houses in Bel Air and East Hampton, my trips to Paris? My black tie galas?
Cherie: To run to some... rank little love nest, with a 25-year-old... assistant hairdresser... who barely has her foot in the door? (near tears) In this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.
[Shane stares at Cherie, wounded. After a moment, she walks away.]
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Where is it from? From which episode I mean?
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Você não merece isso, amor óò
*abraça a companheira de quarto e levanta bandeirinha do ship inexistente*
Beijos,
Jenny.
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*levanta banderinha* Amo nosso ship.
*abraça Jenny* *aponta pro icon*
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What episode is this from? I think I haven't watched it.
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It's from the last episode of the first season. o/
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=(
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I know what that's like.
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vc ta tão longe... me sinto tão só sem vc...
q saudadesss
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