Diana: look at us, DamienDamien: whatDiana: fucking walking and talking like love birds, fuckDiana: five minutes with you, i feel like my life is a thing of my imaginationDamien: i knowDiana: no, you don't know, Diana: no you don't knowDiana: you just always been this fucking thing that swallows meDiana: i gotta goDiana: you can't just come up to me, Diana: after a hundred years, married, and tell me that you think about me, Diana: you can't do thatDamien: why not?Diana: do you love your wife?Damien: yeah, of course i do, you love your husband, this is differentDamien: cuz it is us, Damien: we are Damien and Diana, Damien: we always will be, Damien: nothing is gonna change, Damien: might as well accept it, Damien: you know it is trueDiana walked awayDamien quickly catch her, leaning his forehead on hers, and sharing her breath and heart beatDiana whisper: Damien