Her

Standing as an estranged couple

Him: Hi
Her: Hi

Him: Go to the bathroom.

Her: Why

Him: Because I said so
Her: You say anything

Him: And you should listen.
Her: Okay then. I’m going.

Him: How was it

Her: Refreshing.
Him: Liar. You didn’t get anything.

Her: Yeah, but now what am I supposed to say?

Him: You can go.

Her: Where? Why is this so confusing? Can’t you talk straight?

Him: What do you want from me?

Her: Love

Him: Then, you have that. I love you.

Her: It doesn’t seem like it.

Him: Because you can’t understand it. Love is not something you can understand.

Her: Then you go to hell.

Him: Wow. (laughs sardonically) Your understanding is more important than my feelings. Than everything that my intentions tried to do for you, huh?

Her: You don’t get to say a thing about me. I longed for you with my whole soul but… (sighs) There is no way I am settling for you and your attitude. Just get lost.

Him: I am. That’s what I am going to do. I am going. Forever. Would be the best. For you, me, us, this world. No need to light flames unnecessarily. There is nothing between us as it is – only tension. We can live without each other surely.

Her: Yeah, it’s not like you are the energy and I am the body, it’s more like you are impatience and I am the body.

Him: (with emphasis) I am the body and you are the impatience.

Her: (Scoffs and turns around, starts to walk away)

Him: (His thoughts say “don’t go”, he looks with longing, such longing that he isn’t able to look away. He will watch her till he can’t see anything.)

-

Work

Her: Hey Melanie. How’s the show coming up?

Friend/colleague: It’s great, Deborah. How’s your new boyfriend?

Her: Plain, old boring. Just need to pretend I have someone in this sad existence of mine.

Friend/colleague: Girlll, you need to stop it. Just be with yourself and your heart. At this rate, you’re going to harm yourself.

Her: Good thing I’m going to die one day.

Friend/colleague: (Sighs but laughs)

A few hours later-

Friend/colleague: Malcolm came in to say he is letting a few people go. Would you like to be one of them?

Her: How could I, Melanie?

Friend/colleague: You hate this work, just go, and sleep at home. Take the chance, make an excuse, do something for your real self once in this goddamn life.

Her: It seems you’re talking more about you than me, aren’t you?

Friend/colleague: Maybe. But aren’t we supposedly one, written by the same author, just playing different characters? Our soul is one.

Her: I’ll go.

Friend/colleague: Where?

Her: Home.

-

Grocery store

Her: It seems there’s no powder left on the shelves.

Store attendant: Yeah, we’re tired of the sales.

Her: Huh? (confused) You mean they’re great, right? Shouldn’t you be happy?

Store attendant: Money doesn’t make you happy.

Her: Sure does, when you need it desperately.

Store attendant: Desperation is a sign of neediness. And when someone doesn’t need you they make you feel needy.

Her: What are you even saying?

Store attendant: Do you want the powder or what?

Her: (With shame and awkwardness) Huh, no.

Store attendant: (mumbles) So much talk for nothing.

-

A public space with lot of people around

Him: Hey, you.

Her: You?! (shock, surprise, bewilderment, confusion)

Him: What a surprise, right?

Her: You never lost your charm. (Rolls eyes and looks away)

Him: Why can’t you just…

Her: What, you still want to fight after all these years? Grow up.

Him: Your words speak for you.

Her: God, the riddles!

Him: You always said you loved riddles, a little mystery, and some…

Her: Enough. (Starts to walk away)

Him: Got a new boyfriend?

Her: (rolls eyes and ignores him)

Him: Tell him and every one of the others that they won’t last if I make a move. I am what owns that heart. (Points at her)

(She runs, sobbing.)

-

Her: I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIM!

Friend/colleague: But you don’t.

Her: Yeah, I don’t and that’s what I hate about him. He’s selfish, conceited, one hell of an egoistic man… (sniffles)

Friend/colleague: And you can’t help but love him.

Her: What am I supposed to do?

Friend/colleague: Nothing. You can’t change a thing.

Her: Why? Why don’t I have control?

Friend/colleague: Because you’re also the one who has absolute control.

Her: I don’t understand.

Friend/colleague: You were never supposed to.

-

Her: Go away.

Him: To where? The Netherlands?

Her: You are a heathen.

Him: What? I’m an engineer.

Her: Shut up.

Him: You know I won’t.

Her: Is this going to be my life forever?!

Him: You know it is. (smiling in a deranged manner)

Her: That’s not true.

Him: And that’s true too.

Her: God, I want to kill myself.

Him: Be my guest.

(Screams, bending forward, with her hands on her knees)

(Stands with his hands crossed, face neutral, watching her.)