Character: Jill

Rumors fill the empty heart.

I was left alone in the house, where they extinguished all emotion, as if someone had extinguished all the rage, fear and desire, which so recently occurred between Tristana like a candle. And I almost suffocated in the vacuum.

We Tristina were so far from each other... but in some strange way, we became closer. He never lusted, but between us there was a connection. Communication is based on bloodshed and troubles.

I was absolutely sure that Tristano dreamed of Becca. Yes, it was bad dreams. But that night I was jealous of the girlfriend even because of the fact that she had appeared to him in nightmares. And I did someday someone will dream, though in a pleasant dream, even a nightmare?

So that's what's missing in my work! In the eyes! The darkness that I know slips sometimes. But it just couldn't be at last year's portrait, it was removed before killed his father... even before I began to get a true black, when I learned that my father stole from me.
I don't think someone would be interested to see it in the picture? My loss and my anger... they are disgusting. Isn't it? This is the part of me that it is necessary not only to hide, she has to be eliminated.

For a brief moment I was seized with a mad desire to hurl her across the room to hit the wall and shattered into a thousand small pieces. But of course I couldn't do I couldn't spoil a thing. Instead, my eyes were filled with tears. Tears... that is my pathetic way of expressing anger.

- Is it true that a cat always lands on paws?
- No, these rumors are spread by dogs!!!

- Why didn't you answer my calls?
- Because I knew that it was you.

You need to feel like it's exciting to win big money.

For the win got ice cream.
- And if he would win?
- Got ice cream.
- Yes, of course, it's father.