Finding Home (Phan) (Without Trilogy Part II)

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She's really dead, isn't she?

Yeah. 

I know it sounds stupid, but...it almost feels
unreal. Like a dream. A nightmare.

I know. 

I'm sorry for yelling at you. And making such a
scene. I was just—

Upset. Dan, I know. Everything you do for the next...
week is excused. No holding it over your head for bait, 
no bringing it up later on. It just disappears, okay?

Why are you so good to me?

Because I'm amazing.

Ha, but, seriously. We've known each other 
only like a year. It shouldn't be this easy. 

Believe me, with you, it's never easy. We just get 
along, Dan, and I like you. Is that supposed to be
a bad thing?

Kinda. 

Thanks. 

Sorry, I just...You're not the only one who's had
a Ty, okay? I don't want that to happen with you.
Or anyone. 

Never let anyone be close enough to you that you can 
hurt them like that, never be close enough to someone 
that they can hurt you?

Yeah. Wait, what?

That was my motto for, like, ever. Because I thought
if I closed myself off, it would work. And no one else, not
even I, would get hurt. 

But it doesn't work.

No. Because sometimes crushes date others, or best
friends move on, or people just die. Straight out. Don't
let this hurt you like that, okay? Let it hurt...but don't let it 
kill. There's more than one way to die. 

Yeah, well, it's not like anyone has a choice in that
apparently. 

c'st la vie, c'est la mort. Your grandmother wouldn't
chose to leave you, Dan. She loved you, honest and truly. 

I know. But that doesn't stop me from missing her.

Nothing will. Maybe time, but, otherwise, nothing.

C'est la vie...

C'est la mort.

using my very limited knowledge in french to try and do something cool wow 
also dan acting angsty is meTM