„I’m dying in here”, she said.
„Let’s get away!” I replied.
„Let’s get lost among those people that are living, people that don’t know what dying feels like, among those happy beautiful people you see in the ads on TV, shallow people that don’t feel anything, cool people that cannot be touched. Let’s just forget about ourselves for a moment and maybe, just maybe, we’ll find each other again”.
She smiled and then she kissed me. She took my hand, walked me to the door and whispered: „My husband might be home in any moment”.