@madredelavida from here:
[pm in Spanish] That isn’t fair. I just wanted you. I told you that. I told you that I just wanted you around. I just wanted you back. You’re here. Part of you is here and that is more than enough for me. You just have to let it be too.
I just want what’s left of you and I’ll give you what’s left of me. Why can’t that be enough Emilio? Why? Why won’t you just let me in? You’re what I have left. Fate led us here. We’re here for whatever twisted reason. Please.
[pm, in spanish] And I told you, there is no 'me' anymore. Because I'm not, Vida. I'm not here. Everything I was that was worth being died in Mexico. There is nothing left. And you deserve better than- You're not asking for much, and it's still more than I can give you.
I'm not, though. I'm not what you have left. You have your daughters. And I don't. And that's- I don't know how to say this without sounding like a monster. I don't know how to feel this way without hating myself for it. I don't believe in fate. I don't think I believe in anything anymore. There is no reason. No nothing. I wish it could be different, but it can't. I don't know how to make it different.









