Yesterday night, I watched a movie I didn't really want to see. Yet, I wanted to. The movie was about 2 people in love with each other but they're going through some complicated shit. They weren't together but they wanted to be. I remember this one scene vividly and it went like this:
The scene took place on a late Sunday night in the man's home. He was of average height being late 5 feet, slight muscular build, dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was shutting everything off, getting ready to sleep. The camera focused on him as he laid sideways on his bed in the dark. His mind tugged on thoughts and memories about the one he loved. The close up shot showed his emotions progress into sadness. With an unhappy expression he scoffs and says, "Here I am... thinking about someone who doesn't give two shits about me." He pauses for a moment, "I'm so pathetic." With that he slowly shuts his eyes and the screen goes black.
With knocks sounding off from the door we're taken back to the man's room who is now faced up in his bed. His eyes shot open at the silent yet desperate banging on the back door of his home. He sluggishly got out of his bed and went for his bat as he was cautious about who would be knocking on his door at 2:30 in the morning.
"Who is it?!" He grunted.
A familiar voice had answered him, "It's me.."
He hesitated at grabbing the door knob. His hand levitated over the switch. He squeezed his eyes shut expressing the conflict inside of him. He regretfully opens the door, slowly revealing his love, standing there with tears streaming down her face, pain within her eyes and a posture the reflected her destroyed state. She matched his height with a slim build. She was wearing a red shirt that hung loosely on her with black pants and was barefooted. She had long brunette hair, big hazel eyes and a heart shaped face. He let his former half in.
"What are you doing here?"
"I didn't know where else to go."
"So you come here.." He scoffs in disbelief, "Only when you need somethin'," he says to himself in anguish.
"I'm sorry. I just-"
"Take a seat." He points the bat to the chair which they shared moments together. He knew her too well, "I'll warm you somethin' up to eat." He heads to the kitchen. She quietly thanks him.
The scent of the food made her stomach cry out for it. It was her favorite; Roast Beef. After the beep of approval sounded from the microwave he handed the bowl of Roast to her. She looks at him with guilt in her eyes, not sure if she should eat or not. She knew he would want her to. She wrapped her fingers around the fork and selected a piece of meat which went on a trip to her mouth. She takes her first bite of Roast after a few months, taking her tastebuds through what seemed paradise to her. She proceeds to eat more. He stares at her while she eats. He emitting anger yet care. He loved her and would do anything to make sure she was well.
"Hey." He catches her attention, "I'm not doin' this because I care about you. I'm doin' this because I'm a good person."
Hearing this hurt her a bit, but she understood his reasoning, "Okay.."
After she finishes her bowl of roast she hands him the empty bowl and returns to a nervous and guilty state.
After he places the dish in the sink he stands against a wall, "Why did you come here?"
"Things went to shit with the other guy.."
He's quick to respond, "Oh I know things went bad, but why come here hmm?? Why now after everything??"
She's quiet now. She didn't know whether to get angry because he was being a smart ass or because he was right.
"Because I missed you..." She says quietly.
He again scoffs in disbelief and turns to the wall, "Now you miss me. When things go bad, you miss me. When things aren't going your way, you miss me. When you need something, you miss me. That's nice." He turns back to her, "What about the times where I missed you hmm? What about the times I wanted to see you, where I needed you?? Do I even matter to you anymore? Or is it all about you and what you want??"
Normally she would've retorted in anger, but his words hurt her deep because she knew he was right. "I'm sorry.."
"Now you're sorry. You're sorry now because I'm gone. You didn't take me seriously at all. I told you, 'Don't miss me when I leave', you remember that?? There's a point in everyone where they can't take anymore and their heart gives. You of all people should know that!"
"I wish I could take back what I did.."
"But you can't! What's done is done. All you can do now, is accept it and move on. That's what I've been doin' the last few months. But I'm stopped when you come up and hit me with this shit."
She's close to tears and he senses this. His own pain outweighs her guilt but he stops himself and calms down.
He exhales deeply, "Look, you can stay here tonight. But like any other time you stayed the night, you better be gone in the morning." He wanted her to stay, but experience told him she wasn't staying. "You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."
An hour has passed but he hasn't fallen asleep. There's too much racing through his head. He doesn't know what to think of what's going on. The girl he loved was in the other room, but things aren't like they used to be. They're no longer happy no longer loving towards each other, no longer together. For months it's been this way.
He hears silent footsteps come about and looks up to see her in tears. Even when she cried he saw her as the most beautiful thing in the world. He just looked at her, he didn't know what to say.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I can't sleep, I haven't been able to sleep. I want you in my life. You're all that I ever wanted and I'm sorry for all the things I've done to you. The neglect, the abuse, toying with you, all of it. I need to be with you. You make me the happiest girl alive and I'm sorry I forgot about how good you were to me."
He couldn't believe his ears. The apology his was begging for, he finally got.
"I know you can't stand me the sight of me anymore. So after tonight, you will never see me again. But please, just know that I love you and I want you to be happy. You deserve happiness, not depression." With that, she turns to head back into the room but is stopped by his arms cradling her. He held onto her as she broke down.
His anger turned into comfort, "Oh, baby girl." This phrase alone helped calm her down. He spoke to her softly, "It's okay, people make mistakes. People loose sight of things. Shit happens."
She looks deep into his eyes, "I love you."
"I love you too."
The scene took place on a late Sunday night in the man's home. He was of average height being late 5 feet, slight muscular build, dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was shutting everything off, getting ready to sleep. The camera focused on him as he laid sideways on his bed in the dark. His mind tugged on thoughts and memories about the one he loved. The close up shot showed his emotions progress into sadness. With an unhappy expression he scoffs and says, "Here I am... thinking about someone who doesn't give two shits about me." He pauses for a moment, "I'm so pathetic." With that he slowly shuts his eyes and the screen goes black.
With knocks sounding off from the door we're taken back to the man's room who is now faced up in his bed. His eyes shot open at the silent yet desperate banging on the back door of his home. He sluggishly got out of his bed and went for his bat as he was cautious about who would be knocking on his door at 2:30 in the morning.
"Who is it?!" He grunted.
A familiar voice had answered him, "It's me.."
He hesitated at grabbing the door knob. His hand levitated over the switch. He squeezed his eyes shut expressing the conflict inside of him. He regretfully opens the door, slowly revealing his love, standing there with tears streaming down her face, pain within her eyes and a posture the reflected her destroyed state. She matched his height with a slim build. She was wearing a red shirt that hung loosely on her with black pants and was barefooted. She had long brunette hair, big hazel eyes and a heart shaped face. He let his former half in.
"What are you doing here?"
"I didn't know where else to go."
"So you come here.." He scoffs in disbelief, "Only when you need somethin'," he says to himself in anguish.
"I'm sorry. I just-"
"Take a seat." He points the bat to the chair which they shared moments together. He knew her too well, "I'll warm you somethin' up to eat." He heads to the kitchen. She quietly thanks him.
The scent of the food made her stomach cry out for it. It was her favorite; Roast Beef. After the beep of approval sounded from the microwave he handed the bowl of Roast to her. She looks at him with guilt in her eyes, not sure if she should eat or not. She knew he would want her to. She wrapped her fingers around the fork and selected a piece of meat which went on a trip to her mouth. She takes her first bite of Roast after a few months, taking her tastebuds through what seemed paradise to her. She proceeds to eat more. He stares at her while she eats. He emitting anger yet care. He loved her and would do anything to make sure she was well.
"Hey." He catches her attention, "I'm not doin' this because I care about you. I'm doin' this because I'm a good person."
Hearing this hurt her a bit, but she understood his reasoning, "Okay.."
After she finishes her bowl of roast she hands him the empty bowl and returns to a nervous and guilty state.
After he places the dish in the sink he stands against a wall, "Why did you come here?"
"Things went to shit with the other guy.."
He's quick to respond, "Oh I know things went bad, but why come here hmm?? Why now after everything??"
She's quiet now. She didn't know whether to get angry because he was being a smart ass or because he was right.
"Because I missed you..." She says quietly.
He again scoffs in disbelief and turns to the wall, "Now you miss me. When things go bad, you miss me. When things aren't going your way, you miss me. When you need something, you miss me. That's nice." He turns back to her, "What about the times where I missed you hmm? What about the times I wanted to see you, where I needed you?? Do I even matter to you anymore? Or is it all about you and what you want??"
Normally she would've retorted in anger, but his words hurt her deep because she knew he was right. "I'm sorry.."
"Now you're sorry. You're sorry now because I'm gone. You didn't take me seriously at all. I told you, 'Don't miss me when I leave', you remember that?? There's a point in everyone where they can't take anymore and their heart gives. You of all people should know that!"
"I wish I could take back what I did.."
"But you can't! What's done is done. All you can do now, is accept it and move on. That's what I've been doin' the last few months. But I'm stopped when you come up and hit me with this shit."
She's close to tears and he senses this. His own pain outweighs her guilt but he stops himself and calms down.
He exhales deeply, "Look, you can stay here tonight. But like any other time you stayed the night, you better be gone in the morning." He wanted her to stay, but experience told him she wasn't staying. "You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."
An hour has passed but he hasn't fallen asleep. There's too much racing through his head. He doesn't know what to think of what's going on. The girl he loved was in the other room, but things aren't like they used to be. They're no longer happy no longer loving towards each other, no longer together. For months it's been this way.
He hears silent footsteps come about and looks up to see her in tears. Even when she cried he saw her as the most beautiful thing in the world. He just looked at her, he didn't know what to say.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I can't sleep, I haven't been able to sleep. I want you in my life. You're all that I ever wanted and I'm sorry for all the things I've done to you. The neglect, the abuse, toying with you, all of it. I need to be with you. You make me the happiest girl alive and I'm sorry I forgot about how good you were to me."
He couldn't believe his ears. The apology his was begging for, he finally got.
"I know you can't stand me the sight of me anymore. So after tonight, you will never see me again. But please, just know that I love you and I want you to be happy. You deserve happiness, not depression." With that, she turns to head back into the room but is stopped by his arms cradling her. He held onto her as she broke down.
His anger turned into comfort, "Oh, baby girl." This phrase alone helped calm her down. He spoke to her softly, "It's okay, people make mistakes. People loose sight of things. Shit happens."
She looks deep into his eyes, "I love you."
"I love you too."