Is it that bad?
No. It's lovely. It's just
I painted it from memory
Well, of course I did, you weren't actually here
But now I look at it, you're different
Maybe it's just because you've got your hair up
I don't know
Every line
Every stroke, every shade
Every curve
It's as if I'm staring at a photograph
Almost like he had a camera on the hill
Three years ago
Our hill
Three years
Though he may not remember
This picture paints a window
To the way we were
How once we were
Is this the way back in?
Back to what could have been?
Letting the truth begin this time
Ben?
Yeah?
There's something I've been wanting to tell you
Oww! Sorry
My god, what's the matter?
It's nothing
Just a - shit! – these last few days
I've been getting these headaches
Like after the accident?
Not that bad, no
Why didn't you tell me?
Honestly, it's just a twinge
It looks like more than a twinge! Are you all right?
Agh!
That's it, I'm calling your doctor
It's all right, I'll do it.
How can I tell him who I am
When, if I do, the pain will grow
Until the pain can never go
So can I really risk it all?
Are there some lines we shouldn't cross?
Where is the balance
Between truth and loss?
Take it slow, Ami
Take it slow
But this picture
Of that late afternoon
As the sun started setting
And there was nothing but you, nothing but me happy
In our place
Secret and unknown somewhere only we would go
Lost in love
Sharing dreams
We had never felt so free