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He sits down at the familiar spot while still holding her as if she were a
little girl. He bends his head down to her pale face and whispers:

THE AMERASIAN
I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I
should be punished a thousand
times.

The girl blinks and smiles. Her voice is weak.

THE GIRL
I am no longer angry at you. I
understand. I'm fine. I will get
over it.

He holds her tighter as if afraid she will vanish.

THE AMERASIAN
You mean it? You are no longer
angry at me? I was so afraid. I was
afraid you would never forgive me,
and we would never meet again. The
last two days I was very worried,
and I missed you terribly, but I
was still afraid to go see you
again.

The girl lifts one of his large hands from her body and puts it against her
face. She speaks softly as if exhaling.

THE GIRL
I miss you, too, and I am also
worried about you. My parents are
really angry about what happened,
and I am afraid my father will seek
revenge.

As the rough skin of his hand touches her naïve and sweet face, a
wave of happiness hits him. He tries to calm her.