Simon, Simon...
You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.
I'd wake up every morning and tell myself...
I'd tell myself...
He doesn't know how much I love him. He's never really heard it.
I'd wake up every morning and tell myself...
"Simon... love... get up. We still have to save Agatha."
Simon is on the ground.
This will end in flames.
Sayfa 328 - bir 50 yıl sonra diyecekler ki, bir neslin psikolojisini bozan sahne. o kadar güzel, o kadar naif ki... çok güzel anlatamıyorum.