14 July 1960
“I thought, “I want to die. I want to die more than ever before. There’s no chance now of a recovery. No matter what sort of thing I do, no matter what I do, it’s certain to be a failure, just a final coating applied to my shame. That dream of going on bicycles to see a waterfall framed in summer leaves-it was not for the likes of me. All that can happen now is that one foul, humiliating sin will be piled on another, and my sufferings will become only the more acute. I want to die. I must die. Living itself is the source of sin. But, when I met you, You showed me the reasons I should live. The reasons I should dream again. You made me fall for you, hard. Very hard. You are my my soucre to life don’t you ever dare to leave me", Bennett said planting a kiss fill with love on Dawn's lips.
Dawn's heart was racing after listening to Bennett's warm words. She was so shocked to know that she gave someone a reason to live. Perhaps she save a life. She placed her hand on Bennett's cold soft cheek and said, “Well I fall in love with you too,, but sometimes I think it isn’t you I fell in love with-it’s the world with you in it. I fell in love with the way the ocean sounds when it speaks through your voice. I fell in love with the way the stars twinkle when it shines through your eyes. Likewise, I fell in love with the earthquakes in your fingers and the supernovas in your blood and the amethysts in your bruises and the frost lining your lungs and the mole tunnels in your bones and the cemetery between your ribs and the- you made the tempests glorious, you know, you made the foxholes beautiful. You gave a scent to the scentless tulips, and gave a light to the moonless nights.”