Character: The moon

- How many girls have you had?
- Two or three... hundred.
- So, you never loved.
What? I look like a fool?
- Not similar. But still, can't be that you've never been in love.
- Love happens. But the girls are changing.
- I feel sorry for you.
- ... That bitch! Not you, her - we were chatting online. Night talking on the phone. I loved her so much. Every day buying her presents. Chocolates. Bears. All the pink crap. I wrote her a love letter with his blood. On the third page fell unconscious, but still added to the end. What got her back? Deception. She just dumped me. Bitch!.. Since my reputation is collapsed. Now everyone thinks I am a big sex maniac, you fucking pervert. Do you think I came here you glue. Actually I was looking for grub.

- By the way, just so you know, I already forgot. All about it do not remember.
- Talking about?
- My girlfriend Briance.
- Yes, it can be seen - you still call her your girlfriend.

But still I somewhere saw you.
I know.
Really? You see. And where?
Actually, I know all about you.
Really?
For example, you just got dumped.
How do you know?
- Did you just update your status. Learned about this whole world.
- So we're friends on Facebook! I saw your photo; sorry I didn't remember immediately. Actually, I have 2000 Facebook friends, but I know none of them. You know how it is.

Do you believe that to defeat the enemy, which nothing stops, nothing should stop. How is this different from the "blood for blood"?
You believe that to defeat an enemy who will stop at nothing, you must stop at nothing. How is that different than blood must have blood?

- Honey, think about waves. They gently lapping beneath us. Soon we will be with them...
- Your fight is over.

From the waters that brought you to the waters and come back...

- But why? Why is it all over?
- A stupid girl. He saw you. He wanted to be with you. Bright, beautiful, full of life and emotions. Which he did not have. He was nothing. Mediocrity. Intelligent mediocrity. Which for some time managed to pretend to be a person. You just saw him through the glass of his love. And it was illuminated by your love. Trust me, he'll never forget you. As you will not be able to forget myself with you. He never will ever be the way you knew him. I carry romantic nonsense? Nothing of the sort. The way it was. Although I have not seen your story. I know. It happens.

You have a brain in my head that heel!