Happy End Page #4

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Dreams are my reality

Oh, no! Look at this little one!

Look at this ridge!

Exactly he looks like a cock!

The joke comes back from the year 2000.

look at me, this head.

look at me, this head.

That's enough! Well?

I am speaking to you. Pay attention.

Look at this beautiful figure of hip-hop,

Dunno even if we can call it hip-hop.

In fact, it was the only figure

I knew how to do.

At last,

it's still the only figure I know to do,

I thought I was doing something "sick",

you see...

I'm sorry, I was on the toilet.

Why are you still up?

- Come here.

- I was waiting.

Has dad called yet?

They're in Calais already.

They should be here any minute.

So?

Apparently they're looking better

than first expected.

What does that mean?

I don't know. Thomas kept it short.

I think that's him.

Anas?

Good morning, darling.

- Good morning.

- Good morning

Well?

Like what I said, it doesn't look too bad.

He could have been dead.

Sorry. I must eat something;

I haven't had a bite since early morning.

He crashed head-on into a tree.

The police say it was deliberate.

There are no brake marks.

Do you believe that?

I don't know.

Anne thinks it was deliberate too.

But why?

Well, you know all about his Swiss escapade

last December.

And what are his injuries like?

Were you able to speak with him?

No, No.

His ankle is broken.

Fractures of the tibia and fibula.

The shoulder is a contusion.

2 ribs broken & that's a good deal of pain.

They've sedated him.

What a story!

Anne is completely distraught.

- Should I go down to see her?

- No. No.

She said she'd take two Triazolam

and go straight to bed.

I'm going to do the same.

I have to leave the house early.

Where is he?

At your place?

In the emergency ward. The accident

happened pretty close to Lille.

Sorry, my love.

- Your dad is terribly unsettling for you.

- No, no. It's OK.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

It's all a bit much for you.

Your mum, and what's going on here.

We should all go to bed. It's late.

Go ahead. I'll be with you right away.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, dad.

Clair:
An hour without you

my skin is still red from you.

My c*nt hurts I smell of you nobody

in the world is as happy as I am.

Don't think, stop thinking.

I read in a stupid magazine I had once

that you were my king I was your princess

I drank my fill from your eyes, your skin,

your cock, your cum that was YOU

I found you finally that's living.

No, more than living

Whatever happens, even if you forget me

some day. I am YOURS for ever.

I can't see properly..

Everything is full of tears, my wonderful.

Thomas:

I'm thirsty for your tears

and don't want you to cry

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