Day 13: Write a scene with only dialogue, no narrative.
Haven't been able to update due to a trip for the past few days.
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"Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some travel the whole world to find it, others find it in a person. Beau Taplin said that."
"The truth about romance is this: we are all novels; our pages stained with the fingerprints of either our lovers or loneliness. Christopher Poindexter."
"There are all sorts of love in this world--but never the same love twice. F. Scott Fitzgerald."
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Friedrich Nietzsche."
"We loved with a love that was more than love. F. Scott--"
"No. That's Edgar Allan Poe."
"Is it, now?"
"Yes. it is."
"Love and loss share the same unmade bed. Michael Faudet."
"..."
"Rosie?"
"I can't do this anymore, Finn."
"Do what?"
"I can't do this all over again."
"Am I getting boring? Is that what you're trying to say?"
"No."
"Then...?"
"We can't keep doing this to each other. Opening up...but never quite enough to let each other in completely."
"I...uhm...what do you want me to say?"
"Whatever you want. But this time, let it come from you."
"From me?"
"Yes. Not from Fitzgerald or Murakami or Cole. Just you."
"I...uhm..."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Ugh. Forget it."
"But Rosie, I--"
"I said just leave it."
