TV series: 13 reasons why (13 Reasons Why). Page 3

- Do you believe me?
Always.

It all comes down to one question: will you survive in high school?

Next time someone will be very bad, and they will be ready to make a terrible mistake, what do we do? Us to turn away, to take care of yourself, or... help him? Will we do anything to save him? I think I know what you'd like us to Hannah.

- How can we enjoy in a world without Hannah? How do we deal with the most difficult? How do we take the darkness and turn it into light? I think the answer is to love each other.
- Easy to say. What do we do when love is hard?

We can be better. Can do better. But we live in a world that can break.

Hannah Baker entered my life at the end of one summer... like... a Star fallen to earth. And I've never seen... and didn't know someone like her. She was so funny.. and clever. Moody, maddening. And... Beautiful. And... I loved it. I loved her so much. And every day I ask her: "Why did she do it?", but don't get answers. She took them with her when she left. Leaving me... all of us... angry, devastated, confused. And I know this pain will never go away. But the day will come when I won't feel it constantly, and the anger is not so hot. Other feelings will fade... leaving only the love. One good friend once said to me: "I can love you, but still let go.", so, Hannah, I love you.. And off you go. I miss you. I hope wherever you were... you'll find rest and security which thou hast not found here. Wherever you went, I hope you know I love you.

She wanted to go to new York and become a writer. Don't know exactly when this dream became unattainable for her. Hannah... was my dream. And now I have to dream for Hannah, and for yourself... As you have to. So, please... dream. Dream! And for Hannah too. Anyone don't let you take it. Never.

Most of all I'm afraid... to forget you.
Then don't forget.
- Second, what I fear: that I won't be able to let you go.
- Remember Winter Ball? Not a slow dance, and the song that we skipped like idiots, and looked like assholes. ... Complete assholes.
Yes. What?
- Yes, just. Wish you remembered this now.

Met Hannah... And Hannah. I have nothing to compare. I've lived here all my life. Sometimes the memories help. And sometimes torment. But we hold on to memories. Because that is all that is left. We have a need to remember... and to celebrate the event. To keep them as long as possible. But today... we begin to let go.

I'm not saying to move on. Because life will not be the same as before.

- You're a Stalker!
- I shoot school life, okay? All I pursue is work.
And each window you're standing on and take them off when they...
- No, nothing like that.
- What a relief! For a first offense give only six months in prison, but a relapse... for a year.
It's not a crime.
The invasion of privacy, Google. And the prison will not let the camera, so you have, I don't know to draw.
- I'm not a criminal.
Criminal.
- No!
- And the bastard.
- I just take pictures!
- You humiliated!
- I didn't!
- You ruined her life!
- I loved her! Yeah, I didn't really know her but I saw her. Most smile for the camera, posing, pretending, in General. You see not their own, and their mask. And when I was picking the camera up at Hanna, she... She was different. True, and I her loved. For real. Yes, I photographed it, but because such girls are not meeting the school photographers.

No matter what could be the reasons for death. Reasons to live, always more.

To hell with the system.