Nina Forever Page #3

You stopped texting.

There you go.

Jesus, you're freezing.

She'll be there.

We can cope.

What?

Are you okay?

Okay.

Kiss me. Kiss me.

You're so warm.

Thank you, Holly.

It's not gonna work.

I have tinnitus.

And these lights

zigzagging in my eyes.

I have a shard of glass

in the back of my throat,

and that's about

all I can feel.

You might as well stop.

- I wanna make you happy.

- Stop.

He's using you.

God, rob, she is young.

Naked, you could pass for 16.

You're not old.

No.

I'm dead.

If I was just

his old girlfriend,

then I could see why you'd get

your frothy little hopes up,

but..

Come on.

That first morning

when I was naked in the sunshine

by the window,

pushing his hands

into the sand

as we f***ed on the beach

in cornwall.

Or the time

i went down on him

on the sofa

in my parents' front room,

just before he met them

for the first time.

These things

will stay in his head

precisely because I am dead.

You're an oil painting

that's still wet.

Any good memories

you slather out

will just get mushed in

by what happens next.

I have no next.

Nina.

Holly is my girlfriend now.

I don't know how we're gonna

deal with this... situation,

but that's just how it is.

No, it isn't.

We never broke up.

- You died. I couldn't.

- Did you want to?

- No.

- Well, then.

- I'm breaking up with you now.

- You can't.

- What do you mean? Why not?

- Because I'm dead.

Didn't change you

very much, did it?

Well, that's sort of the point.

Why do you always have to

be like this when we row?

I'm not being like anything.

I'm dead.

I'm very literally not being

like anything at all.

Holly is my girlfriend,

and you are dead,

and that means that

we can't be together anymore.

You can't expect me to be on

my own for the rest of my life.

You're not.

This doesn't mean

I'm gonna forget you.

What the f*** do you think

you mean by that?

You're impossible.

I never know what you want.

I don't want anything.

I think that I should

give her a memorial.

I know there's a grave

but she's not there, is she?

Besides, I want to show her

how I feel.

You know you were right

about her grave.

She's not there.

She's not anyplace, is she?

I used to take flowers to

the road where she died, but...

It's just a field

with a broken fence.

You know, what matters,

all that matters is us.

You, me,

Sally and Dan,

what we carry with us.

Like when I came off my bike

the first time, I...

I wanted a lorry to come.

I wanted to be crushed.

Lose my legs or...

I wanted scars,

so she'd always be there.

But you're right.

This is better.

She drew it on my t-shirt

one night when we were out

to wind me up.

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