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ACT TWO, SCENE ONE
INT. GIRL'S APARTMENT - DUSK
PRESENT DAY
GIRL
I'm just- I'm so tired.
BOY
(after taking drag on cigarette, spoken while blowing out smoke)
Of?
GIRL
Of? Well. Of everything I, I guess. I'm tired of, of my job aging me ten years everytime I go in. And I'm tired of seeing the same faces every day. I'm, I'm tired of being sick (pause) what feels like physically sick, but isn't.
BOY
They say that all emotional pain only lasts twelve minutes. Anything longer than that is all you, baby.
GIRL
(leans over and takes cigarette from Boy's hand)
You sure know how to make everything peachy.
BOY
(steals cigarette back)
Thanks. Now how about you tell me what's really bothering you?
GIRL
(quietly)
It always seems to get worse at night. Like someone used an ice cream scoop on my internal organs and now my heart is hollow.
BOY
(leaves abandoned cigarette in ashtray, leans forward with his hands clasped in front of him)
This is my fault.
GIRL
(making eye contact)
Yes.
BOY
(certain)
But you forgive me.
GIRL
The only person I'm mad at is me. This is my fault.
BOY
I thought-
GIRL
(interrupting)
You shouldn't. Thinking was never your style.
BOY
(smiling)
Why would it be? You could think enough for the both of us.
GIRL
This is as much my fault as it is yours. I keep telling myself that, had I tried more, had I fought, we could have saved this. Was there someone else in your heart?
BOY
No.
GIRL
Then, we could have saved this. We, we could have. (pauses to rub the bridge of her nose) I'm just so tired and I'm not making any sense and I keep lying to myself and...
BOY
(frowning, now)
Are you sad? Still, after all this time?
GIRL
(to herself)
I can't handle being this alone.
BOY
(reaching to take her hand)
You have me. I'm here.
GIRL
No, you're not.
Girl pulls her hand away and lies down, using her arm as a pillow. Her shoulders shake and we can tell she's crying even though her hair covers her face. Camera pans out and we see that is truly is alone in the room. In the ashtray, the cigarette still burns.
(CONTINUED.)
INT. GIRL'S APARTMENT - DUSK
PRESENT DAY
GIRL
I'm just- I'm so tired.
BOY
(after taking drag on cigarette, spoken while blowing out smoke)
Of?
GIRL
Of? Well. Of everything I, I guess. I'm tired of, of my job aging me ten years everytime I go in. And I'm tired of seeing the same faces every day. I'm, I'm tired of being sick (pause) what feels like physically sick, but isn't.
BOY
They say that all emotional pain only lasts twelve minutes. Anything longer than that is all you, baby.
GIRL
(leans over and takes cigarette from Boy's hand)
You sure know how to make everything peachy.
BOY
(steals cigarette back)
Thanks. Now how about you tell me what's really bothering you?
GIRL
(quietly)
It always seems to get worse at night. Like someone used an ice cream scoop on my internal organs and now my heart is hollow.
BOY
(leaves abandoned cigarette in ashtray, leans forward with his hands clasped in front of him)
This is my fault.
GIRL
(making eye contact)
Yes.
BOY
(certain)
But you forgive me.
GIRL
The only person I'm mad at is me. This is my fault.
BOY
I thought-
GIRL
(interrupting)
You shouldn't. Thinking was never your style.
BOY
(smiling)
Why would it be? You could think enough for the both of us.
GIRL
This is as much my fault as it is yours. I keep telling myself that, had I tried more, had I fought, we could have saved this. Was there someone else in your heart?
BOY
No.
GIRL
Then, we could have saved this. We, we could have. (pauses to rub the bridge of her nose) I'm just so tired and I'm not making any sense and I keep lying to myself and...
BOY
(frowning, now)
Are you sad? Still, after all this time?
GIRL
(to herself)
I can't handle being this alone.
BOY
(reaching to take her hand)
You have me. I'm here.
GIRL
No, you're not.
Girl pulls her hand away and lies down, using her arm as a pillow. Her shoulders shake and we can tell she's crying even though her hair covers her face. Camera pans out and we see that is truly is alone in the room. In the ashtray, the cigarette still burns.
(CONTINUED.)
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I love this story. I love every single step. I feel emotion in each simple word, all the way down to your words in the author's comments. It's breathtakingly painful, but beautiful.