Almost You

Three months. It’s been exactly three months since I walked down the aisle and left the man I love behind. Since I became someone’s wife. Since I broke Silas’s heart — and mine too. And yet, somehow… he’s still here. --- INT. COFFEE SHOP – LATE AFTERNOON – SOFT RAIN OUTSIDE Luna sat at the corner table of the café, the same table she used to sit at with Silas back when the world still made sense. She stirred her coffee absentmindedly. She hadn't taken a sip. Across from her, Silas watched her in silence — fingers wrapped around a hot cup of black coffee, untouched like his words. --- NARRATION (Luna) It’s easier when we don’t talk. Because when we do… I forget all the reasons I’m supposed to stay away. But he’s always there. He shows up like he never stopped loving me. Like I didn’t choose someone else. --- SILAS (gentle) You’ve barely touched your coffee. Still too bitter? --- Luna looked up, startled. He still remembered. LUNA (softly) No… it's just cold now. --- He pushed his cup toward her. --- SILAS Take mine. It’s warm. --- She didn’t take it. --- LUNA Why are you still doing this? --- SILAS (quiet) Because I know you didn’t want any of this. And because I still remember how to take care of you… even if I’m not supposed to anymore. --- She looked away quickly, blinking back the sting in her eyes. She hated that he knew exactly what she needed, even now. --- NARRATION (Luna) Three months. That’s 93 mornings of waking up beside a man I don’t love. 93 nights of falling asleep hoping Silas would forget me. He never did. --- FLASHBACK – LUNA’S HOUSE – EARLY MORNING, A WEEK AGO Luna opened her front door to find a small box on the step. Inside: Her favorite snack. A tiny note written in his handwriting. “I remember these used to make you smile. Just in case today was hard.” She never told anyone she cried that morning. --- BACK TO PRESENT – CAFE LUNA You shouldn’t care anymore. --- SILAS (smiling sadly) I know. --- She stood up abruptly, wrapping her scarf tighter around herself. --- LUNA I have to go. He’ll be waiting. --- SILAS Can I walk you back? --- She paused. The word hung in the air — not “yes” or “no”, but something in between. --- LUNA It’s not your place anymore, Silas. --- But her eyes lingered. Her steps slowed at the door. And when she finally walked out, she didn’t look back. But he still followed — at a respectful distance. Like always. --- NARRATION (Luna) I keep telling myself it’s better this way. That I made the right choice. That love doesn’t always win. But every time I see him… I start to wonder if I left behind my whole heart three months ago. --- TO BE CONTINUED...