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Where were you?

At my parents' place.

Was it good?

Yeah. The usual.

You don't love me anymore, right?

I don't know.

I don't love you either.

What game are you playing?

I'm not playing.

I'm telling you the truth.

I don't feel anything.

Just a bit of lust.

Some tenderness at times.

Why do you tell me that now?

It's nice to tell the truth, no?

Don't tell me it's painful.

I won't believe you.

Do you want us to stop?

Do you want me to leave?

Yes.

Where will I go?

What will I do?

I don't care, just beat it.

What's wrong?

You never spoke to me that way.

I'm fed up with this sh*t situation.

You do nothing. You live off me.

Who do you think you are?

You think you are better,

with your sh*t photos,

your self importance?

At least I don't need you to live on.

Take your stuff and clear out!

You're the strongest. Happy?

Now kill me.

One of these days...

Sorry. Sorry.

Are you finished?

Yes.

Thanks.

Few clients today.

Business is slow.

You work here everyday?

Yes, five days a week.

Tomorrow is the week end.

I can rest.

Good.

Are you going back home?

No, going to visit my grandmother.

Is she ill?

No, she's in great health.

You'right, often if we visit our grandmother,

that's because she's about to die.

For me it's just to tell her I love her.

That's nice.

No. I'm not a nice person.

Do you have children?

Beg your pardon?

Just making conversation.

No. No children.

Single, no kids?

That's right.

Miss!

Yes.

Sorry.

You should tell your parents.

I tried, but I couldn't.

Why?

I think no one wants to hear that.

And it stresses me too much:

Mum would smother me even more,

and dad would disappear at once...

I think that, deep down,

I like it that no one knows.

To imagine the look on their faces

when they'll hear the news.

Did you think of the remorse,

the guilt you are going to cause?

Yes. Sometimes.

I don't mind.

I won't be around to see it.

It's childish. Selfish.

Give me a hand.

You're not finishing your food?

No. I'm full. It was very good.

Make an effort. You must eat.

Is that allowed?

Everything is allowed now.

Can I have one?

Who did you tell?

No one. Only you.

Your friends, colleagues?

No. I didn't say anything.

I distanced myself, said I needed a holiday.

Your sister?

Are you crazy? I didn't tell her.

She would be too happy,

she would love to pity me, just like

she does her children.

There's no shame in inspiring pity

or tender feelings.

It could be an opportunity for you

to talk to each other.

I don't feel like it.

Not with her.

And Sacha?

I didn't have the guts.

Why did you tell me, then?

Because you are like me.

You will die soon.

Did you take your medication?

Yes.

I'll prepare my vitamins.

We didn't go for a walk in the woods.

We could go tomorrow morning, before you leave.

Never mind.

I just wanted to see the spot where

we built a hut with Sophie.

There are a few bits of it left.

Look at all I have to take:

anti oxydation.

this is for the skin,

this for the hair,

this for bones, against osteoporosis.

this is some type of Omega,

You see, with all this,

I will die in excellent health.

Don't talk nonsense.

That's true.

You know, Romain...

What?

Tonight, I would like to leave with you.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what's good.

I follow my instinct.

After your grandfather's death, I was

a wreck. I thought I was gonna die.

So I left, I fled.

I abandoned my child. Your father.

I could not take care of him anymore,

it was not possible.

I kept seeing Jacques in his smile,

in his eyes.

I was called a bad mother, a whore even.

Your father never forgave me.

But I know I was right.

If I had not left,

if I had not had all these lovers,

I would have died too.

You may call it selfishness,

but it's only survival instinct.

Why do you tell me all this?

Because we are alike.

Knock Knock, madam.

Would you by chance have any food?

What for?

I have not eaten in two days.

I am very poor.

But I did not invite you.

Romain. Have a look.

What?

Look here!

A rabbit!

What's wrong? Why doesn't he move?

He must be sick.

Can I bring it home to cure it?

It's no use. They can pass you lots

of diseases.

Please, dad!

Don't insist!

Put it down.

If we leave it,

it will be eaten!

Nature's law, Romain.

Come on.

Come on.

Did I wake you?

No.

What's the matter?

You cannot sleep?

No. I cannot.

Do you want to talk?

No.

I just want to sleep in your bed.

You know I sleep naked.

It's ok - I won't peek.

Ok. I'm ready.

You don't want to stay for lunch?

I'm not hungry.

On the road, if you are tired,

make sure you stop.

Ok.

This is for you.

Picked them early this morning.

For my funeral?

When you don't want them anymore,

throw them away.

I love you.

Me too.

Don't cry, or

it will be too tough.

Romain.

What?

Wouldn't you try chemotherapy,

just for my sake?

You know perfectly well

it won't work.

You never know. Things can happen like...

Miracles?

Yes.

You don't believe that yourself.

I believe in you!

You are sweet.

Too bad we didn't meet earlier,

I would have married you.

Where will you go when you get back?

I'll stay home.

Call me, ok?

Ok.

Let me take a picture.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Hello.

Do you recognize me?

Yes.

Can I sit down?

Sure.

I work at the gas station across the road,

I came to see my husband.

I see.

We would like to ask you something.

Yes?

Well, my husband has problems.

Yes?

He's sterile.

So?

Well.

We both find you very handsome...

we would like to ask you...

if you would accept to sleep with me.

Since you are young, we thought

you probably wouldn't mind too much.

He's ok with it, don't worry.

Well... I...

You don't have Aids?

No.

We could try, if you want.

We saved a bit of money,

we could pay you.

No. Don't bother.

You do not want?

I'm not interested.

I don't like children.

Romain, the place is clear.

I took all my stuff. Bye. Sasha

Strange, I dream a lot.

You were in my last one.

We were sleeping together.

It was sweet and very sexual

at the same time.

It was making me feel good.

Funny, cos you're not my type at all.

Actually in my dreams I sleep with anyone.

My father, my mother...

even with myself as a kid,

I guess I'm enjoying it before I die.

Time heals everything, except for us.

Lately you've been aggressive, violent,

full of disdain towards me.

while I was making efforts, trying to

understand you.

Trying to make overtures, maybe awkwardly

but I was trying.

I don't understand your attitude,

what it is you hate so much in me.

I often remember the games we played as children,

that complicity that brought us together,

our quarrels, our enthusiasm

and that brotherly love that has disappeared

and which I miss so much.

I hope to hear from you. I've taken the first step

and I now wait for yours.

Your loving sister, Sophie.

Allo?

It's me.

Romain?

Yes.

It feels strange hearing your voice...

I wanted to let you know

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