Semi-Daily Scribbles

Sally hears the seventh word that comes from Frank's lips. Context? Perspective? What she hears is a form of fact. Truth it is, nevertheless. The message is clear without all the filler Frank carefully chooses. Transcribed it reads thus:

This world is noise and far from complete.
It's the struggle we've been wanting all along.
You.
Me.
Us.

Sally has never heard small talk in her life.