Respire Page #4

Nobody cares.

Come for a drink!

What?

What's that look for?

Can I call you?

Bye.

The virgin kiss!

F*** you!

- That was great!

- What's it to you?

I want one!

So you had this sweater?

I've been looking for it

for weeks.

- Hi!

- Hi!

I'm going.

Laura and I are

celebrating my new job.

Want me to stay?

No, I'm fine.

I'll run then.

I'm late. Kisses.

Kisses.

Now your mother hates me.

Thanks.

You turn everyone against me.

Boy, was I mistaken!

You really hurt me.

This thing really hurts me.

Still,

I won't blame it all on you.

It was my fault, too.

I let you do it.

At one point,

I let you go too far.

Still, you're not a kid.

I hope you learned something,

at least. Otherwise...

it's really sad.

What did I do to you?

You're really something!

Still playing the victim.

It works!

I'm getting taken in again.

That's the problem.

You drive people crazy

then you act like a beaten dog.

I gave you everything but you judge

and think you deserve better.

You totally blew off Victoire.

You string Lucas along, making him think

God knows what.

That's dumb.

They're such great people.

Fortunately, I found Isa.

I feel good with her.

She makes me laugh,

she likes me as I am.

With you, I feel bad.

I lie, I'm hard.

You make me play the bad guy.

It's unbearable.

It was a waste of time.

Too bad.

Anyway, I learned a lot.

I feel so much lighter

since I stopped seeing you.

Think that's funny?

All the better.

So, no regrets, Charlne?

Next week, Isa and I take off.

We're moving to Paris!

Her cousin's renting us

his apartment in Montmartre.

Imagine!

I've always dreamed of living there.

We'll go to college,

have coffee every morning.

I can't wait!

You're staying here, right?

A little local college,

a nice, quiet little life,

your little mommy,

your little daddy,

your little auntie.

Shut up!

Stop!

Stop, I said!

I can't breathe!

Were you waiting for me?

I'm thirsty.

Laura sends her love.

It's really late.

Can't you sleep?

I don't know if I can either.

We have to stop

pressuring ourselves.

What's the matter, Charlie?

What's wrong?

Let's go away together

this summer.

We need to have some fun.

What is it?

Calm down, breathe!

What's going on?

Tell me.

- She's upstairs.

- Who?

Sarah?

Is she sleeping over?

What happened?

What happened, sweetheart?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry...

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