I'm dying...
...as I'm sure Maria told you.
The flower tattoos have become infected...
...and they're dying.
So I am as well.
This is life.
Maria gave me reason to live once you left.
The flowers defined me.
I want to talk to you about your homosexuality.
Maria said you would deny it.
I had the same struggle when I first fell in love with Maria...
...and we began to have dirty, aching sex.
Of course.
She introduced me to myself.
To my vagina and to hers.
I need to forgive you before I die...
...but I can't forgive someone who has not asked for forgiveness.
I have no time.
I need you to ask for forgiveness.
For what?
For abandoning you...
...to have anal sex with my homosexual lover, Eric.
No.
No, I'm sorry...
...I cannot.