“If you muck me about, Dexter.” “I won’t-“ “I mean it, if you lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”
“I won’t do that, Em.” “You won’t?” “I swear, I won’t.”
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…” She looked up at him. “I thought I’d finally got rid of you.” “I don’t think you can,” he said.
Then you'll go to the offie. And you'll buy a couple more bottles. And maybe some cigarettes. And then you'll smoke them in here, which you'll regret, 'cause you'll never quite get the smell out. And Tilly'll call you later. And Sylvie. But you won't want to sound sad or pissed, so you don't pick up. Which means tomorrow you'll have to call them both and say you fell asleep early. And your dad, because they'll have called him too. But they won't believe you. And you'll feel guilty and hungover and just… shit. All day. And it'll go on like that. Until it doesn't. Cause one day, it won't.
One Day (2024)