Scene: The Connor Reese House

Sarah (hysterical, she bangs on the door): Someone please open the door

Kyle (opening the door): Hello love, your presence has been greatly missed.

Sarah (running pass Kyle, she goes upstairs to take a bath): I am not in the mood for a conversation. A shower should be able to ease my pain.

Kyle (chasing after Sarah) Please don't take too long in the bathroom. I will be waiting for you in bed. Do you know what I mean?

Scene: The Bed

Sarah (wearing pajamas, she crawls into bed): I wanna rest in peace tonight and never wake up

Kyle (getting on top of Sarah's body): Lets make love

Sarah (angry, she pushes Kyle off her body): Please don't touch me

Kyle (laying down on his side of the bed): Sarah, what is on your mind? I am here if you want to talk.

Sarah (falling asleep): Goodnight


Sarah's p.o.v

Forever stuck at the crossroads, roses die slowly with time. Adieu for now in this world of lost desire. Love in the crossfire, one fairytale story gone way wrong.

Victorious, hope chooses to stay strong against all odds. Everyday opens the door to a possible reconciliation.


Kyle's p.o.v

Endless silence, avoidance and distance creates a less peaceful atmosphere instead of heavenly bliss. Losing common ground all year round, harmony doesn't make a

sound or calls anyone honey. Disappointment reopens an old wound. The silent treatment carries doubt just like a burden, a dead body whose sweet melody will

never be heard. These hidden scars and untold stories of anguish give gold a run for its money. They hold onto the promise of a healer, savior, a lover who

will care enough to be a good listener and communicator someday. Bad omen, solemn autumn, a kiss goodnight and goodbye walks in slow motion toward the

emergency exit door. Drifting elsewhere, ghost of yesterday, breathe then embrace outer space. Drifting elsewhere, my immortal, dream to be anywhere but here in

this warm safe place. Never look back at the past, free wandering spirit, just let go and breakaway. So far away, is this a temporary vocation or permanent

separation? Inevitable, parting is such bittersweet sorrow but the sun will come out again tomorrow. Bullet proof, waterproof and fireproof, contentment shakes dirt off

her shoulders through dancing and laughter.