INT. -- COFFEE SHOP -- NOON
You’re lack of trust is insulting Giovanni.
As is you’re value of life; I didn’t raise you to die young; I raised you to live long.
But this, this girl who I am, this, this Jannette, she is not happy and she has never truly lived… until today.
How can you live when you’re teetering on the fence of life and death? One slip and you’re dead. One small, tiny mistake and they’ll kill. They’ll slit your throat where you stand.
Giovanni, I’m aware. But life isn’t about knowing where you’re going or where you’ll fall because nobody ever knows until it’s happened. Those on the edge, they, they see more. They see life.
I guess I’m scared. I’m terrified. It’s like you’re hanging over a ledge and I want to reach you, but I’m just too far away. Inside you’re screaming for me to hold your hand, but when I reach for you, you push me away. And everyone in the world is just oblivious to you dangling there and I’m the only one who cares, who sobs, who knows, who gives a –
Father, I love you. But understand I may die tomorrow. We could barricade ourselves from the world, yet, every barricade falls eventually. When I die, let me die. It’s going to happen. I can’t live like this anymore. We hide from them, but hiding helps no one but ourselves. Whilst they’re killing families and neighbors each night I feel like I’m already dying. Like there’s this fire inside of me and it’s spreading slowly from limb to limb. I don’t want to be numb anymore. I want to live.
My beautiful Jannette, you are humble, but you are naïve. I could never let you leave. Yet I can’t stand to make you suffer the way I have. So be brave as you journey, but never forget the love I have for you, my daughter. Now go.
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