- Coffee?
- No no, it's ok - I can make it myself.
- No no, it's ok - I can make it myself.
- Come on, I can make you one cup of coffee.
- Okay... Thanks.
- (Pouring) You told me you are lost but you never said why. (Hands her the cup.)
- Thank you. I don't know I'm ... I feel like I don't have a past, a 'heritage'. That's a stupid, overused word. But there's this disconnection between me and most things and it stops me... I don't do anything. I can't make any work. ... You didn't want to know all this, right?
- I asked.
- True. ... Why? Did you ask?
- (Shrugs.) I was curious.
- But not because you're in love with me. Right? This isn't the reason why you're asking. Is it?
- Viky ...
- You were the one who told me to ask questions and "be myself."
- Did I? (Darkly.) I don't remember that.
- Really? It's always convenient when you don't remember things.
- (Exhales, tired.) Listen, I've hurt you, very badly I think. And really, I am sorry.
(Silence. Continues:)
- Actually, I've hurt a lot of people badly.
- (Looks at the floor, hopes dashed.) Part of me wishes that I was the only one.
- What?
- I wish that I was the only one you had hurt.
- (Looks surprised) Why do you say this?
- I wish that I was the only one you had hurt.
- (Looks surprised) Why do you say this?
- Because I wish I was ... unique to you. But I know this word 'unique' is for someone else, not me.
- Viky, I don't want to have this conversation anymore.
- Sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have mentioned it ... God, why do all our conversations end in an argument?!
- (Quietly) Because we care. (Pause) Already this conversation is exhausting me and it's really not the moment in my life for this kind of headache.
- You're right, you're right. You've been kind to let me stay and I forgot my manners again. I'm so sorry.
- Don't apologise.
- Yes, I must because otherwise you'll go crazy on me. I can't be myself around you. So I'd rather exercise some restraint than lose you again.
- Don't apologise.
- Yes, I must because otherwise you'll go crazy on me. I can't be myself around you. So I'd rather exercise some restraint than lose you again.
- Then you haven't learned anything.
- Don't say that!
- Still the same concerns from before. The same jealousies.
- You're not being fair. It's just that, I ... I feel so much and it hurts to know that it's not the same for you.
- I never said this.
- Yeah well ... (Confused) What with everything that's happened, I'd have to be some kind of robot to not explode.
- I don't want that in my life.
- Then ... teach me something.
- Teach you what?
- How to live.
(He laughs in response.)
- Or about you. Tell me a story about your life.
(He laughs in response.)
- Or about you. Tell me a story about your life.
- No, Viky.
- A story from your childhood. Where you were born, the name of your sister, the way your mother speaks. Anything.
- (Pause.) ...Another time.
- (Deep, reluctant breath) I wish ... you'd learn to trust me a little.
- (Considers her, then says) Goodbye Viky.
