Susan is aghast. Eric stands helplessly at her side.“I’m dying.”
Reg has a month to live. It is his hope that Susan will return to the true love her life (Eric) before he passes away.
Susan sits clumsily on the sand. Eric looks off into the distance. The wind blows cold across their faces.
Reg does not intend to make the trip back East. He has made arrangements to end his life early on the West Coast...before the disease ravages his body.
“It was…it was the only way,” he says sadly.
Susan is shocked. Hurt. Sad. Angry. Stunned.
Reg falls to his knees before her, pleading. All his life he has known only stories, acting, performing. This was to be his last great production...a manipulation, yes. But...isn’t art “a lie, that helps us see the truth?”
Susan stares at him, hard.
“But…I love you, Reg. That’s not a performance.”
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