I hurt you. I did... but it'll be over soon. We will be together. There is, indeed, life after pain. I promise you.

"What the happened here?"

"Found these two bobbing up and down in the canal. Luckily, it's not winter. Luckily, they're still alive. Don't know how long they've been in there though. Must've fallen off the bridge after a heated lovers' tiff."

"Go write a romance novel, why don't you..."

"Try to understand my pain, friend. I'd like to see you patrol these canals without making up stories in your pretty little head."

I don't want to die.

I hurt you. I did... but it'll be over soon.

No, I can't die. Not today. Not tomorrow. I'm not ready. I'm not ready for your kind of happiness.

No, no... not yet.