"Do you remember the night we met? I was this close to being happy."
"I remember that night. I don't remember you being happy."
"I didn't say that. I just said that I was this close."
"You are always this close to something. This close to being awake. This close to seeing things clearly... this close to feeling alive."
"... one day I'll get there. One day, I'll have life on my fingertips. ... Excuse me, what's so funny?"
"It's just... you sound like someone out of a bad rom-com. Nobody talks like that."
"Well, no bloodsucker calls himself a phony name like Victor or Ivan anymore. And don't get me started on that fake Russian accent."
"It's not fake."
"Please! You left Russia like... what... 600 years ago?"
"So... you are not Russian anymore. Not really. And most times when you talk to me, you don't even talk with an accent."
"...Except for when we met."
"You liked my accent once. You said it intrigued you."
"It did. It almost made me laugh. I was this close to being happy."
Created: Feb 23, 2013Document Media