Love Story Page #6

it's sick.

Stop blaming yourself,

you stupid preppy. It's nobody's fault.

It's not your fault.

That's the only thing I'll ask you.

Otherwise, you'll be OK.

Screw Paris!

What?

Screw Paris and music and everything

you thought you stole from me.

I don't care, don't you believe that?

Then get the hell out of here!

I don't want you at my deathbed!

I believe you.

I really do.

That's better.

Would you please

do something for me?

Would you please hold me?

I mean really hold me. Next to me.

Philip?

I wish...

I wish I hadn't promised Jenny...

I wish I hadn't promised Jenny

to be strong for you.

Oliver.

Why didn't you tell me?

I made some calls, and when I found out

I jumped in the car.

Oliver, I want to help.

Jenny's dead.

- I'm sorry.

- Love...

Love means

never having to say you're sorry.

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