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No, going to visit my grandmother.

Is she ill?

No, she's in great health.

You'right, often if we visit our grandmother,

that's because she's about to die.

For me it's just to tell her I love her.

That's nice.

No. I'm not a nice person.

Do you have children?

Beg your pardon?

Just making conversation.

No. No children.

Single, no kids?

That's right.

Miss!

Yes.

Sorry.

You should tell your parents.

I tried, but I couldn't.

Why?

I think no one wants to hear that.

And it stresses me too much:

Mum would smother me even more,

and dad would disappear at once...

I think that, deep down,

I like it that no one knows.

To imagine the look on their faces

when they'll hear the news.

Did you think of the remorse,

the guilt you are going to cause?

Yes. Sometimes.

I don't mind.

I won't be around to see it.

It's childish. Selfish.

Give me a hand.

You're not finishing your food?

No. I'm full. It was very good.

Make an effort. You must eat.

Is that allowed?

Everything is allowed now.

Can I have one?

Who did you tell?

No one. Only you.

Your friends, colleagues?

No. I didn't say anything.

I distanced myself, said I needed a holiday.

Your sister?

Are you crazy? I didn't tell her.

She would be too happy,

she would love to pity me, just like

she does her children.

There's no shame in inspiring pity

or tender feelings.

It could be an opportunity for you

to talk to each other.

I don't feel like it.

Not with her.

And Sacha?

I didn't have the guts.

Why did you tell me, then?

Because you are like me.

You will die soon.

Did you take your medication?

Yes.

I'll prepare my vitamins.

We didn't go for a walk in the woods.

We could go tomorrow morning, before you leave.

Never mind.

I just wanted to see the spot where

we built a hut with Sophie.

There are a few bits of it left.

Look at all I have to take:

anti oxydation.

this is for the skin,

this for the hair,

this for bones, against osteoporosis.

this is some type of Omega,

You see, with all this,

I will die in excellent health.

Don't talk nonsense.

That's true.

You know, Romain...

What?

Tonight, I would like to leave with you.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what's good.

I follow my instinct.

After your grandfather's death, I was

a wreck. I thought I was gonna die.

So I left, I fled.

I abandoned my child. Your father.

I could not take care of him anymore,

it was not possible.

I kept seeing Jacques in his smile,

in his eyes.

I was called a bad mother, a whore even.

Your father never forgave me.

But I know I was right.

If I had not left,

if I had not had all these lovers,

I would have died too.

You may call it selfishness,

but it's only survival instinct.

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