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Tom: What we are doing might be wrong but we're fuck-ups and I am a screw-up. And I plan to be a screw up to you for weeks, for months and maybe even years. So what if there is no assurance? Fuck that.
Satine: But I do not want you to do that. You have to move on.
Tom: But we're happy when we're together. Aren't we? What's wrong with being happy even if we have no assurance that everything might breaks? What's wrong with being happy with limitations?
Satine: I suddenly realize that sometimes, things are not meant to be that way.
Tom: I'm willing to take risks and I don't actually fucking care.
Satine: But we are different and everything seems not to be the same anymore.
Tom: What are you talking about? Things are still the same, we're still fuck-ups inside a screwed-up situation.
Satine: Feelings wither and sometimes you wake up realizing that what you have before is gone. And no matter how you try to remember or even try to feel anything, it is just not there anymore.
Tom: What happened? Aren't you happy anymore?
Satine: I do not know. I just want to make things right now.
Tom: But we used to be. . .
Satine: Yes, we used to be.