It is my stone.

Angelita 2022-04-19 09:02:48

An atypical love story.

He,
a man who behaved erratically,
put a heavy weight on himself to find a sense of security.

She,
a woman with mottled fingernails who
couldn't pay the rent and was kicked out of the house by her mother.

The plot started to turn warm at the 57th minute.
The car was galloping on the highway, and
he was sitting in the center of the back row wearing a hard hat, holding the backpack tightly in his arms.
She played with the little rock he gave her
, looked at his nervousness in the rearview mirror, and gave a small smile.
He secretly opened the car window and
threw out the new book that was about to be published with the title page that her ex-boyfriend wrote to two lovers.

And everything that followed,
from the moment he turned the key in the opposite direction,
became completely different.

An inexplicable , natural and subtle relationship
between one person and another who was originally a complete stranger . Maybe it is destined to be like this, even if it is thrown away, it can be found in a beach full of countless pebbles.




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Dedication quotes

  • Henry: I've spent my whole life... wanting something... and doing my very best not to find it. Never even going near the places it might be... And suddenly, I've got the goddamn thing practically chained around my neck.

    Lucy: What are you talking about?

    Henry: You. You. You're the, you're the... You're, you're- you're the goddamn thing. Ahhh, uh. I mean... You're, you're. I can't describe you... uhh, I don't, I don't write that kind of shit, I write... You know, the people who write, who write the real books, the love books, and the poems, and even those stupid little fucking novels with the hunky assholes on the cover...

    Lucy: Stop...

    Henry: You know it? You know what I'm talking about? You know - you're like Princess shit! You know? Fairytales. You know what I'm saying? The million guys are after and you're blinded by your beauty kind of shit. Real big stuff. You know, that just - even, we got the dick that kidnaps you and sticks you in a cave and you're guarded by a five-headed dragon, you know and the tales of your plight are spread throughout the land and all the guys go and put on their shoes so they can see what's up and none of them have the balls to save her except for me. I would go through anything... for you. And still, there I was looking for a way not to see it. Anything. Money...

    Lucy: You stupid idiot.

    Henry: Yeah.

    Lucy: Yes.

    Henry: Yeah... big fat stupid idiot.

    Lucy: I hope you're better to the next one.

    Henry: No - wait...

    [he digs in his bag and decides not to give her the dedication to Simone, but grabs the pebble he had given her and then thrown back onto the beach and went back for later]

    Henry: It was easy to find... it's the only one like it.

    Lucy: You broke my heart, Henry. I don't think you can trust people. You always have to find something wrong. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'll miss you.

  • Henry: I can't.

    Lucy: Yes, you can.

    Henry: We have to work.

    Lucy: Right now?

    Henry: Lucy, come on please. It's going to get very complicated. Ahh, it's going to get so complicated.

    Lucy: Do you just genuinely dislike me, Henry?

    Henry: A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?

    Lucy: Nebulae.

    Henry: What?

    Lucy: It's nebulae... not nebulas.

    Henry: Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?

    Lucy: I understand.