“Don’t you think fate has a cruel sense of humour?”
“Don’t you think fate has a cruel sense of humour?” She got a curious look.
“It just fucks you up. It lets you believe for a minute, that yes, you can finally feel happy and then it just, it snaps – just like that.”
“Yes”, he replied as he took a puff of his cigarette. He smiled bitterly. “But we’re still breathing.” He paused for a minute. “Which means we still have a reason to live.”