I love you, The Weeknd.
No. Don’t you do that. Don’t you say your goodbyes. Do you understand me?
I’m so cold.
Listen, Selena. You’re going to get out of here. You’re going to go on and you’re going to make babies and watch them grow. You’re going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
I can’t feel my body.
Winning that ticket, Selena, was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, Selena. I’m thankful. You must...you must....you must do me this honor. Please, promise me that you’ll survive. That you will never give up. No matter what happens. No matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Selena. And never let go of that promise.
Never let go.
I will never let go, The Weeknd. I’ll never let go.