#film: little forest: summer & autumn

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Little Forest: Summer/Autumn リトル・フォレスト 夏編・秋編 (2014) — dir. Mori Junichi

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🎬 Little Forest: Summer/Autumn 2014, dir. Junichi Mori

[nightbunnysong]

My confort film: Little forest

(2014 japanese film)

In August, as the heat of summer still reigns and the cicadas continue their endless chorus, the first hints of autumn are already starting to make their presence known. Although the full embrace of fall is still a ways off, subtle signs of the changing season are beginning to appear. The forest carries a whisper of autumn in its scents, with the crisp aroma of fallen leaves and the faintest trace of cooler air. The late summer flowers and early ripening grapes add their own touches of color to the landscape, while the evenings bring a refreshing coolness that hints at the coming season.

In this transitional time, Little Forest serves as my comforting escape. The film's landscapes and scenes evoke the serene beauty of my Pedemontana village, reflecting both my life and that of my neighbors through a gentle, introspective lens. As the Italian and Japanese Prealps prepare for autumn, they present a mesmerizing display of colors and forms. The Italian mountains, adorned with golden and amber hues, contrast with the Japanese peaks draped in shades of crimson and orange, each touched by a delicate mist that adds an ethereal quality to the scenery.

Both cultures celebrate their landscapes with rich folklore. Italian tales of mountain spirits and mystical creatures intertwine with Japanese stories of deities and ancient rituals. This shared reverence for the natural world and its seasonal transformations underscores a universal connection, revealing how deeply we are all tied to the changing beauty of our surroundings.

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[ohnoitstbskyen]

The Beauty of Sasquatch Nunu & Willump's splash art (art by Markus Neidel)

Here’s a simple pleasure. Sasquatch Nunu takes the pair from the cold north to a lush deciduous forest land, and the beauty of the image is in its way almost too obvious to explain. Look at those gorgeous colors - that shock of orange fur and autumn golden leaves poking out from within the green, that sense of the leaf curtain being parted by Willump’s spread-armed pose and Nunu lifting up a little branch away from his head. They emerge into the light in anticipatory optimism, and that casual hand from Nunu on Willump’s head showing their familiarity. It’s all bathed in the golden light of a late summer afternoon, soft shadows and gentle highlights, and a softness across the entire image that evokes a feeling of nostalgia, or idealistic 90s cartoons on old VHS tapes.

And that softness is not an accident! The image is layered with a film grain effect and very intentional use of blurs and blurring that gives it that aged and analogue feeling. There’s a depth of field and soft focus in the image which of course is an artifact associated with camera lenses, and it’s all part of the vibe. This feels like an adventure book that you’d read as a child, it feels like an obscure old saturday morning cartoon that you remember being much better than it really is. It feels like one of those Don Bluth movies that never really managed to compete with Disney, or an old Jim Henson production - Willump especially has that Muppet look. They could have been extras in Labyrinth.

Looking at this splash you’re never gonna have your mind blown, you’re not being overwhelmed by technical wizardry or compositional razzle dazzle, it’s very simple in what it’s trying to do. All it wants is for you to put yourself in Nunu’s shoes for a second, and wish to go on adventures with them.

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If you liked this, I have a full video essay on beauty in League of Legends splash art HERE.

[lilly-chou-chou]

cherry do u have recommendations for movies one should watch for self love and stuff like that?

movies that make u feel at home and make u feel hopeful and happy to be alive.

asking you this cause i know you know alot about movies from different cultures and languages.

Ah hello! So sorry for late reply!

1. Little forest summer monsoon/autumn winter (watch original Japanese film)

A beautiful calm film about a young women fed up with her city life coming back to her childhood countryside house.

2. Lift boy (available in Netflix)

A heartwarming story about an Indian boy having to give up his passion to support his family but along the way he find a mentor who guides him and gives him immense hope.

3. What are the odds? (Available in Netflix)

An offbeat film with indie and bizarre kick which includes some of the most heartwarming plotline and gives justice to "awkward badass girl" persona.

4. Little big women (available in Netflix)

Story of women overcoming grief, anger, dysfunctional families, facing social stigmas, communicating and resolving issues and coming closer. A film played by women for women.

5. You are the Apple of my eye

A story of troublesome but kind hearted boy and uptight straight A girl and along their weird friendship find other people who are just are quirky, weird snd one of a kind like them. Make sure to watch both Chinese and Japanese version.

6. Love Letter

One of the best that Japanese cinema has to offer. I won't reveal anything about this because this film is an experience. Watch it and then you will know how magical it really is.

[secangkircoklatsusu]

List Dramas & Others TV Shows I Watched in 2023

Selamat datang di halaman arsip blog saya! Di sini kamu akan menemukan kumpulan review singkat dari berbagai drama Korea, drama China, drama Jepang, variety show, dan film yang sudah saya tonton sepanjang tahun 2023. Setiap review mencakup sinopsis singkat, tags, dan rating untuk membantu kamu memilih tontonan berikutnya. Semoga bermanfaat dan selamat menikmati!

[Disclaimer, rating ini hanyalah penilaian pribadi, bisa saja selera kita berbeda, jadi mohon tidak salty ya!]

[List berdasarkan yang lebih dulu ditonton]

[Review akan diupdate perlahan]

Korean Dramas

Alchemy Of Souls S2: Light and Shadow

Work Later, Drink Now S2

Island

May I Help You

The Forbidden Marriage

Agency

Crash Course in Romance

Love to Hate You

Island Part 2

The Heavenly Idol

Kokdu: Season Of Deity

Duty After School: Part 1

Duty After School: Part 2

Bora! Deborah

Family: The Unbreakable Bond

Doctor Cha

Tale of The Nine-Tailed 1938

Bitch X Rich

Dr. Romantic S3

Into The Ring

Celebrity

Not Others

King The Land

The Uncanny Counter S2: Counter Punch

My Dearest

My Lovely Liar

Moving

Behind Your Touch

Destined With You

Boss-dol Mart

Twinkling Watermelon

Strong Girl Nam-soon

Castaway Diva

Perfect Marriage Revenge

Boyhood

The Matchmaker

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract

Welcome to Samdal-ri

My Demon

My Man is Cupid

Chinese Dramas

The Starry Love

Hilarious Family

Japanese Dramas

Maiko-san Chi no Makanai-san

Nagatan to Aoto: Ichika no Ryourijou

Yuru Camp

Kimi ga Suki.mp4

First Penguin

Yuru Camp S2

Variety Shows

Single's Inferno S2

Seventeen in the Soop S2

Jinny's Kitchen

Boys Planet

DNA Mate

Things that Make Me Groove S2

The Genius Paik

K-Food Show: A Nation of Kimchi

EXO's Ladder S4

Jinny's Kitchen: Team Building

Need For Womance

Single's Inferno S3

Exchange S2

The Devil's Plan

Diary of a Rich Man: Impossible Time

The Genius Paik S2

Unexpected Business in California

Express Delivery: Mongolia Edition

GBRB: Reap What You Sow

Movies

Little Forest: Summer & Autumn (Japanese)

Cafe Midnight: Missing Honey (Korean)

Do Revenge (West)

Royalteen: Princess Margrethe (West)

The Portable Door (West)

I am Home (Korean)

Love Life (Japanese)

[santhoshjothinathan]

Picking a Leaf out of The Little Forest

Original Article from Substack

I'm a firm believer of the saying that we all have our own timelines. Things happen just when it is perfect for you or as the lore goes the master appears when the seeker is ready. Back in 2014, I don’t know if I would have resonated with a film that is too obsessed over stuffing your eyes too full with slow but well-crafted shots of food. Food in its rawest form, food in its not-so-food but fluid form, and sigh, food in its finally foody form, I would have probably given it a pass. Even more, I would have made fun of the film going only by the description of the movie. Now I know that some of you are thinking of doing the same to this piece too. Chuckles. Hold on. Hold on as I did because here I am years after the movie’s release, deeply contemplating the moving piece of meditation that I have just watched. In a rather measly attempt to paint a picture of simple living or slow living, I started browsing the internet for some inspiration. Through this, I came to know about this Film called a Little Forest. Set in a place called Kimori, probably a fictional one, A little forest takes us through a journey of a young woman named Ichiko who lives among lush green fields, brown muddy terrains, trees filled with red berries, and lots of saggy pale humans. Like Lots! Much later in the second part of this movie, we come to know that these saggy people were the ones responsible for breathing life into Kimori which was once nothing, but a series of rocks and bland mountains sending echoes into the deepest void. Ichiko, who’s presently living alone in a house that was left by her deserted mother emulates the daily lives of the people of Kimori. This involves harvesting, tending, reaping, and all that agricultural stuff. Unlike others who work in teams, Ichiko does these things mostly by herself. She insists she does this alone. In the movie, there’s this stunning line that captures the essence of living out there in Kimori which goes something like this - “Plucking this fruit is like a battle between humans, beasts, and nature”. Funnily enough, while watching the film I can’t help but ask why would any sane person go through all the hassle at a relatively young age when the option of moving into the nearby city is readily available, which by the way, the protagonist also sort of agrees with.

We get the answers to this through glimpses of Ichiko’s past where she takes the plunge and moves into the city, only to be disappointed by finding out what the other side has to offer. So, what made her return back to Kimori is the crux of the film. Well, the answers to this question are made to reach our senses through cooking sequences. Ones that play out like the OG of aesthetically pleasing countryside cooking videos which is all over Youtube today. We watch Ichiko engage meditatively in the culinary art of bringing different recipes to life using the produce of that particular season (Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring). What makes these gracefully shot sequences distinct from the similar ones that we consume in current times is that it breathes a new life in the moments of silence we get between each recipe. There’s something oddly satisfying about peeking at the life of a protagonist who constantly disappears into the wild, gathering nuts and other ingredients, and crafting them into soul-stirring food. And be warned, both parts of this Oriental film are full of such gorgeous visuals of food that would leave a taste just by pausing and staring at it.

But like all the once favorite delicacies of ours which slowly start finding parts of themselves being thrown into the trash can upon repetition, Ichiko too begins to lose the grip over the serene life being led in Kimori. Consuming self-cooked seasonal foods with joy at that moment only to search for trails of a non-existent aftertaste begins to unsettle Ichiko. Eating aside, the tiredness over the fact that she’s sharing meals with the same set of people year after year numbs her down further. In moments when the movie starts to slowly seep into Ichiko’s emotional state, A Little Forest becomes more than a well-shot film. The static shots of the lonely wooden house complemented by the sounds of howling wind and rustling leaves add some flavor to Ichiko’s monologues. Slowly A Little Forest starts letting out whispers of truth. The truth is too spicy to handle and it cuts deep when Ichiko realizes through pondering and a bit of sulking that it was not the food, the place, or the people that made her feel empty but herself. She was to blame.

While the Calm Mountains of Kimori gave Ichiko all the time to feel complacent and potent the Cities, on the other hand, stripped her of all those aspects and rendered her powerless (Or at least she thought so). When you think about it one doesn’t need to go plucking berries in the wild when they could be easily picked up in the form of a jam from a shelf of a supermarket two steps away from home. The same goes for chopping wood and molding them into structures. Who would even think of slogging off in the middle of nowhere only to make yours ring due to the sound of the axe when everything you need is a click away? Given the levels of convenience and compactness that urban life provides, any sane being would have at least once caught him feeling puzzled and clueless about how to position oneself. We are evolved enough to find out the answer to this generic but important question. Yes, you guessed it right, it's via seeking validation. Validation is something that we all succeed in getting at some point in our lives but as I have observed with myself and many others it often leaves us with a feeling of unrest. What starts as an innocent and pure attempt filled with laughter to earn the attention of those around us, when rejected, may well transition into a desperate cry to get those tiny shafts of light directed at oneself even if it's derived from the dark hollows of certain people. Sooner or later those cries are silenced and the attempts for validation are replaced with a never-ending quest to fill our voids using others. There a new journey begins, a much different one. But that’s for another day

Ichiko who’s used to gaining validation from both the process and the product finds it difficult to come to terms with the fact that she’s nothing but an insignificant cog in this part of the world. Unlike fruits and vegetables, flowers and stems, these seemingly hardened beings to Ichiko’s eyes, couldn’t be tweaked or flavored, manipulated, or even forcefully cleansed by carrying out a ritual in a shiny little basin. Neither did Ichiko’s estranged mother leave her a recipe to help her out nor did even she, in the first place was able to fully comprehend the complexity of this recipe. The bitterness of this truth was strong enough to make Ichiko’s return to the hilly terrains of Kimori very much like the earliest version of Kimori itself. A Stale and Stagnant structure held together by rocks that only feels life when raindrops hit the surface.

When the prologue of the sequel of the Little Life which revolves around Winter and Spring began, I badly wanted the film to focus less on the harvest and cooking aspects and more on resolving the internal conflict of Ichiko. Much to my disappointment, a meaty portion of the film was clouded with shots that radiated the sheen of Natto and white radishes that were such a pain to spot against a snowy backdrop. After a succession of similar sequences came the moment of silence that I expected and much to my delight, it then transitioned into a long stretch of emptiness. Thanks to the extremely dense and cold Snowfall. Much like Ichiko I too needed this segment to attain closure with the movie. Winter, unlike the other two seasons, restricted Ichiko. There was no extensive momentum in her daily life which meant she had nothing to do but sit and contemplate her decisions. Most of the time she had to do it by herself and sometimes with her two close friends. Sounds familiar Eh? Strangely for the first time in the movie, I saw the real point of using seasons as a plot device. The snow-ridden mountains leave a smart little trail connecting both parts while driving the essence of the entire movie home. We get to see two scenes. One where Ichiko goes against the traditional way of harvesting tomatoes in Kimori and massively fails at it, but is still content that she did it her way and was pretty much happy to make use of the disdained tomatoes in any capacity possible. This was in the first part of the movie. The next scene in the sequel is a beautiful parallel. Petrified of eating only Instant Ramen in the city, Ichiko attempts to recreate a familiar occurrence in an unfamiliar environment, and to her surprise, it works. The Emptied Ramen Containers became home to homegrown Radishes with some basic potting and cleaning up to do. I see it this way. Both these scenes serve as a tool to remind both us and Ichiko that it’s the process that matters and the process is mostly the same wherever it may be. In other words, it’s the internal validation that comes first before seeking the additional stamp of approval from others. Yes, one might argue that radishes grown in plastic ramen boxes are not as tasty as the ones from muddy fields. Probably these might even give a bit of stench to some and torment a few with the taste of bitterness. But when I do think about it, I do remember as a child that whenever I held the battle with bitterness without forfeiting it, I would be strangely gifted with a moment where I could experience a sweet aftertaste. Maybe I should take a leaf out of the Little Forest so that I could bring forth Spring whenever and wherever I want instead of waiting for its arrival in some human form or inanimate thing

[thenightlystars]

Little Forest: Summer/Autumn (2014) dir. Jun'ichi Mori

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Little Forest Summer/Autumn (2014) Junichi Mori

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Little Forest: Summer/Autumn, Junichi Mori

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Little Forest: Summer/Autumn リトル・フォレスト 夏編・秋編 (2014) — dir. Mori Junichi

[redsamuraiii]

“Why do you come back (from the city) to Komori (a mountain village)? I’m pretty sure you said school was an excuse for you to get out of here?” 

“That was the plan. And then I got a regular job there (in the city) and everything.”

Little Forest Summer Autumn  (2014)

A girl named Ichiko returns to her rural mountain village of Komori after being unable to find her place in the city. While there, she lives self-sufficiently, taking advantage of local seasonal ingredients for the meals she prepares for herself. The film will depict both the blessings and harshness of nature as Ichiko continues surviving on her own through the changing seasons.

[zoeflake]

Nightwish ♥ My Walden

Video clip from Little Forest: Summer/Autumn

♫ Weaving my wings from many-colored yarns Flying higher, higher, higher (Into the wild) Weaving my world into tapestry of life Its fire golden In my Walden

I do not wish to evade the world Yet I will forever build my own Forever my own Forever my home …♫

[throughaglassdarkly1961]

Little Forest: Summer/Autumn ‘リトル・フォレスト 夏・秋’ (2014), dir. Junichi Mori 

[atesan]

Because we buy them at wholesale for cheap around here, all the bread and cakes are made with earth flour. No matter how much you knead the earth flour, unlike using bread flour, it is very difficult to get it to end up as a thin film. So, rather than kneading it to no avail, it’s much better to let it ferment for a while after mixing the ingredients together.

LITTLE FOREST: SUMMER/AUTUMN (2014), dir Jun'ichi Mori

[justasparkwritings]

Exile: Breaking Branches

Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15 

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Timothée crosses the one line they've sworn they never would. Consequences, heartache, and despair enfold as Timothée tries to find his way back to her.

Exile Master List

        She poured the last of the chardonnay into her glass, sipping slowly as she stirred the large pot of soup on the stove. The air had begun to bite, the leaves shedding their summers glow for autumnal comfort and eventual rest as winter hit. She was cozy in an old sweater she’d kept from an ex, his alma mater printed in large writing across the front. The years of wear and tear had become embedded in the print, cracking it to expose the maroon of the fabric it was pressed upon. She loved it, despite the gnarly way in which she’d come to collect it. It was her favorite garment for days like this. The cold air of fall, the emptiness of their home, and the long days where she needed complicated recipes to occupy her time… rather to bide her time until he called.

        She glanced at the clock, he’d be calling soon, a call when he got up, before getting ready for set, or running his lines again, a call to start his day and wind down hers. She stared at the stove clock, permanently set either two minutes fast, or an hour and two minutes depending on Daylight Savings. She hated the thing; it was his purchase, a luxurious French stove with a manual written exclusively in French. Which was fine when Timothée was home, but alone she was at a loss of what buttons to push and how to fix it. Her remedial language skills were cute when they’d met, and she’d remembered a little more French from high school than she realized, but an entire manual with no pictures or diagrams? No, this was a Timothée chore that was waiting to be fixed. It had been waiting to be fixed since the first of the month, when they’d fallen forward.

        She set her silicone spoon down and admired the space in front of her. She loved their kitchen. She had insisted on spending the most money on it and their master bath. They had found the home after a few months of looking. It needed a desperate remodel, a makeover to cleanse the house of years of neglect. It was in a secluded part of LA, with large trees and few neighbors. They’d bargained down the price and tossed it into their renovation budget. Which was why she stood on their herringbone reclaimed wooden floors, staring at their gorgeous French stove top, with the intricate black tiled backsplash that stretched the length of the wall. The gold hardware popped against the forest green cabinetry and accented the large marble island.

        She sighed, resigned to the fact that he wasn’t calling today. She turned to set her wine down and glanced out the glass wall at their side garden. Tomorrow she would collect her harvest and add it to her soup, perhaps make a vegetable broth to be saved for another day in her empty home.

        Across the world, Timothée was waking up, a hangover shredding through his body. He turned and looked at the person lying next to him, before getting up and searching for his boxers. She stood too and scrambled to find her own clothing before staring at him. Their eyes met, the haze of the alcohol and the realization of what had transpired crossed their faces at the same moment. She waved awkwardly, saying she’d see him on set, before darting out of his hotel room.

        Timothée sat on the bed, head in hands. The grogginess of just waking up after a night of drinking was apparent as he tried to decide what to do. Would it be worse if he thought about it, or just called her?

        She picked up on the first ring, excitement in her voice.  

        “Hi honey, I wondered if you were going to call,” She said, sighing.

        She waited for him to say something, to greet her, call her a pet name, anything.

        “I slept with her, I, I can’t believe, we slept together,” He exhaled it out through his lips, wishing desperately that the release of the statement would take the guilt and weight off of his body. He sat quietly, wondering what her response would be, hoping she could give him some sort of solace.

        “Okay,” She said. She moved around the island to sit on their stools and took a gulp of wine. She began to bite her bottom lip as she set her phone on the counter, placing it on speaker.

        “I’m so sorry,” Timothée said, his voice cracking.

        “Tim, we have an open relationship,” She reminded him. He sensed the calm in her voice, the indifference to him relinquishing a regret she never wanted to hear in the first place.

        “I know but, this, this is a line I didn’t want to cross,” He pleads. Why doesn’t she care more?

        “It seems like you’re trying to make sense of this more than I am,” She said.

        “I just, there was a line I didn’t want to cross and,” The tears are forming, the bile rising in his throat, he tries to inhale slowly, calm himself. If she’s okay with this, why isn’t he?

        “And what? You did? Timothée, you have to live with yourself and the decision you made,” The words cut through him. They say the opposite of hate isn’t love, it’s indifference. He feels the air in their relationship starting to turn. She takes another sip of her wine and wipes the tears that have slid down her cheeks.

        Their open relationship had been a mutual decision which they’d come to after his first film away. The desire for companionship, for intimacy on both their ends was palpable. Conversations became less about how they were doing and more about what they could do to get each other off. Their relationship became twisted, and once he’d come home, they’d forgotten how to be together. They had sat across from one another in her old one-bedroom apartment, sweltering in the summer heat. Did they break up, or did they find a way to work through it?

        At first, they balked at the idea, an open relationship. Wasn’t that a phrase tossed about so people felt okay stepping out on their partners? Or was that the heteronormative notion they’d become invested in? What if, they supposed, when Timothée was gone for filming, they had an open relationship. They could sleep with or hook up with whomever they wanted? There would be no strings, no emotions. The utmost protection used, and most importantly to both of them, whomever she slept with while he was away was not to step foot in their home or her apartment. That bed was reserved for their love, and their love only.

        Did they want details about who the other was fucking? What could be shared? They started by telling each other nothing. Which became complicated when they would come together in their bed with new tricks or skills. “Who taught you that?” was a question that became common in their first year as a selectively open relationship. So much so that they decided they would share who they were fucking, but no pictures, no googling, no details on what transpired. When they shared a new trick, it was “from a buddy”, and that was it.

        They didn’t keep score, or a running tally to compare. They didn’t share details of how hard they came or what positions they used. They became so good at it that by year five, “I saw a buddy last night,” was all they ever needed to tell each other.

Which was why, in Timothée’s mind, this felt like a betrayal to both of them.

“I didn’t want this, I didn’t… Fuck, I’ve just been so lonely, and I’ve missed you so much,”

        “Timothée this is what we agreed to,”

        “I know I just, I can’t believe I slept with her,” He emphasized the pronoun, both in a show of his disgust with himself, and his deep guilt that it had been his costar. He knew how she felt about him sleeping with costars, how uncomfortable it made her when they’d walk red carpets or be at premiers. It became personal, intimate, addicting, when it was meant to just be a hit.

        “How does she feel?” She asked.

        “Well she left really awkwardly, and I don’t know if we’re ever going to talk about it,”

        “Well it seems like maybe you need to do some soul searching,” The ice in her voice gave him goosebumps.

        “Babe, I’m sorry,” He said, letting the crack in his voice radiate into the receiver.

        “For what?”

        “For talking about it with you, I know that our rule is that we don’t talk about who, but I just, I felt like I needed to tell you about it,”

        “Tim, thank you for apologizing. Maybe you think it’s a big deal because you know how I feel about you sleeping with coworkers, or maybe it’s because you two are good friends and have been for years. You followed through on why we have an open relationship, but maybe you both took advantage of each other. She’s been broken up from Zach for what, a month? Maybe you feel guilty?���

        “I feel so fucking guilty. So. Guilty.”

        “Maybe you and Florence need to sit down and talk about it,”

        “Ugh, yeah, you’re right,”

        “Maybe that’ll make you feel better. Go get breakfast and lots of coffee.”

        “We aren’t called until tonight,” He muttered.

        “Maybe go back to sleep first,” She paused, the snap in voice striking her throat.

        “I love you,” He said, his voice above a whisper, wanting to ensure her his heart belonged to her.

        “I know you do,”

        It wasn’t that in this moment, when he desperately needed it, that she didn’t return the sentiment. Was her love waning?

        “When I come home, can we discuss this open relationship thing?” He asked, shoulders reaching his ears.

        “Why?” She asked.

        “I’m not happy with it,” He said.

        “Because you slept with your friend and are trying to rectify it in your mind, or because you’re unhappy with it?”

        In the best of times, he loved this about her. Her unflinching matter of fact statements, her ability to say what she thought, to ask the question that cut to the core of the other. But when he was hurting, all he wanted was for her to stop playing devils advocate, and just be there for him.

        “I just want you,” He whispered.

        “Okay, we can talk about it.” She said.

        “I love you,” He said, punctuating the love.

        “Love you,” She said swiftly before hanging up.

        She sat back and tried to make sense of what had transpired. Because Timothée had fucked up, would she now have to rid herself of the occasional relief she sought from others? Because Timothée fucked up, would their relationship become toxic and unsustainable? Was she really worried that their relationship was doomed, or was she worried that she liked her rotation of strange men?

        She didn’t know. And neither did Timothée.

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