Lina: Good for you. But why'd you say it like that?
Tommy: Yeah man. Why you lying?
Dalia: I agree with Reader. They deserve it… so… what?
Ryan: You're only saying that because of how Emma made it sound less weird.
She was 14.
I was 18.
Emma: That doesn't change the fact that they were wrong.
Ron: Yeah, dude.
You did something wrong, and you made it right—just like your sister said.
She's not blaming you.
And you already got your revenge.
What else are you looking for?
Emma: And you were one day away from turning 18. So legally, you were still a minor.
Ryan: Legally... yeah, right.
Tommy: To a judge, you're innocent.
Ryan: To a judge...
As if we eat ourselves from the inside based on the law.
We don't.
The law is there for strangers.
But when it's just you and yourself...
You judge yourself with your own law.
And that law—
That one doesn't forgive.
Emma: Ryan...
Ryan: When I wake up and look in the mirror... And see my judge do I go like.
"Your honor, I didn't know she was a minor... I was one day from being 18..."
"Your honor, I didn't sexually assault my sister..."
"Your honor, I was a minor and plead not guilty..."
The law?
You gotta be kidding me.
The law is a mask.
But the mirror—
That shows everything.
So cut the bullshit.
And shut the fuck up.
Lina: Whoa… Ryan. Chill. We were just talking.
Ron: Even so… can I ask you something?
Ryan: Careful what you're gonna say. I won't let it slide like the last one.
Ron: Back then… did you like it?
Ryan: I SAID—
Ron: Sit down and humor me.
Did you like that you were touching your crush at the time?
Ryan: What's your point?
Ron: Please, Ryan.
Ryan: Like I said… I was excited.
Ron: Then what about after you touched her hand?
Ryan: I found it weird.
She was wearing something with long sleeves and gloves… like she was hiding her arms and hands.
Ron: Why didn't you touch her private parts?
Ryan: I said I held myself back.
I thought, maybe after dating, if things happen, then maybe I could.
But not then.
Ron: Come on, Ryan.
You had your crush in front of you.
You knew she liked you too.
What stopped you?
Ryan: I… hmm… Idon't follow.
Ron: Your crush is standing right there.
You're about to kiss her.
What stopped you again?
Ryan: Hint of my perfume??
Ron: Your "perfume"?
You really don't think that what stopped you.
Ryan: What are you saying?
Ron: Emma said her mom had passed away at that time.
Ryan: And???
Ron: You hugged your sister.
Just like any normal sibling would.
Trying to be there for each other.
Ryan: What's your point?
Ron: My point is…
The moment you touched her hand… and her arm…
You knew she was your sister.
Ryan: WHAT?! Are you out of—
Ron: Not your brain.
Your body.
Your instincts.
You didn't know logically—but something in you recognized her.
So what you touched wasn't a crush.
It was someone you wanted to protect.
And that's how you treated her.
Ryan: No, I…
Ron: Remember, Emma said the girl was in the position of a hug?
She didn't feel uncomfortable.
Not once.
Only when you leaned in for the kiss—
Then you froze.
Then you knew.
So in the end…
You didn't do anything wrong.
Ryan: That's not true. I—
Ron: Emma… can you tell this part again?
From your side?
Emma: Hmm... yeah.
She started touching my hand… then my arm… then my hair...
Then she came closer… touched my back…
And that's when I went stiff.
Because I remembered my mom's hug.
After she passed.
Ron: That's what stopped you, Ryan.
Her familiar scent.
The way her body froze.
Something clicked.
Not in your mind—
In your soul.
Ryan: So I didn't...
Emma: No. You didn't
Ryan: Am I… allowed to hug you?
Emma: Come here.
Emma: Shhh... It's okay.
.... You should listen to me more....
There's nothing you did wrong...
And if there was...
I forgave you before it ever happened.
"2:00".......................................................................
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"2:30"
Emma: Latte for Ron.
Coffee for Tommy.
Espresso for Chris.
Orange juice for Lina.
A smoothie for Dalia...
And last but not least — a book for Reader!
And a pack of chips for meee.
Ron: You sure you don't want anything else, Ryan?
Ryan: No.
Anise is fine.
It calms me down.
...Plus, my mother loved it.
Tommy: Suit yourself.
Ryan: Thank you.
All of you.
You made me feel alive again.
Like I can finally breathe.
After all this weight on my chest...
Dalia: …Wait.
What is going on?
Where did this pain come from?
Ryan: Thanks to you, Dalia…
I found a woman I could trust.
And we had a daughter.
We named her… Dalia.
Dalia: What…?
Ryan: This is my last message to the world.
Nothing seems to work.
It all meangles…
Bye.
Dalia: No—wait!
Stop!
Ryan: Is something wrong, Dalia?
Chris: Why are you acting like that?
Dalia: I'm sorry…
I was imagining something, or—
Reader…
Can I have a word with you?
In private?
Dalia: Look…
I saw a glimpse... Maybe something that will happen in the future...
What!
You saw it too…?
Then what does it mean?
Are my words really that important...?
Can they make someone find life...
...or make them lose it?