I am suggesting...that sometimes a life is more than just one story. Sometimes it is hundreds of them, thousands, sewn together like a patchwork quilt. We may both be right. One story ended, while another is still ongoing.

[She lifts her head up a little, looking at him solemnly before leaning in to kiss him properly now.]

You just want this to be over, is that it? For the trials to be done, and this to be the after.