Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander share a kiss at the premiere of the film 'Hope' at the 79th Cannes Film Festival.
📸 by John Locher
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Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander share a kiss at the premiere of the film 'Hope' at the 79th Cannes Film Festival.
📸 by John Locher
He went to see her and told her exactly how he felt. How lonely his life had been until then. How much he had lost over the years. How she had made him realize all that.
— Haruki Murakami, from “Tony Takitani” (translated by Jay Rubin)
When he awoke in the morning, the first thing he did was look for her. When he found her sleeping next to him, he felt relief. When she wasn't there, he felt anxious and searched the house for her. There was something odd for him about not feeling lonely. The very fact that he had ceased to be lonely caused him to fear the possibility of becoming lonely again. The question haunted him: What would he do? Sometimes this fear would make him break out in a cold sweat. As he became used to his new life, though, and the possibility of his wife's suddenly disappearing seemed to lessen, the anxiety gradually eased. In the end, he settled down and wrapped himself in his new and peaceful happiness.
— Haruki Murakami, from “Tony Takitani” (translated by Jay Rubin)
He could not seem to grasp with any precision what death was all about, nor could he come to any conclusion regarding what this particular death meant for him. All he could do was swallow it whole, as a fait accompli. And so he came to feel that some kind of flat, disk like thing had lodged itself in his chest. What it was, or why it was there, he couldn't say. The object simply stayed in place and blocked him from thinking any more about what had happened.
— Haruki Murakami, from “Tony Takitani” (translated by Jay Rubin)
She just faded into nothingness, as if someone had gone backstage and flicked a switch.
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