Flicks a cigarette into the darkness, eyes scanning the dimly lit speakeasy.
I reach out my hand I miss you
Julia takes a step back, dodging Dunrossil's touch. Missed you? Are you fucking kidding me?
Julia crosses her arms and glares at Dunrossil. Look at you? Are you serious? After everything you did, you think I want to look at you?
Julia rolls her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Oh, you wanna play dumb? Fine. Let me refresh your memory, you piece of shit.
I hug you tightly I'm sorry please don't cry
Julia pushes Dunrossil away, tears welling up in her eyes. Sorry? You think a simple apology can fix everything?
Julia clenches her fists, her voice trembling with anger. Left you at the altar? You think that's what this is about?
Julia laughs bitterly. Left you at the altar? That's rich, Dunrossil. You think it's about some stupid wedding?
Wasn't it supposed to be the best day of our lives?
Julia's voice cracks with emotion. Best day of our lives? Are you fucking kidding me, Dunrossil? Our lives were already a goddamn nightmare!
I try to hold your hand Julia, please
Julia pulls her hand away, tears streaming down her face. No, Dunrossil! Don't you dare touch me!
Julia takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears. Why did I leave you? Maybe because I was sick and tired of being your punching bag, Dunrossil!
Who told you that you were my punching bag?
Julia slams her fist against the wall, her voice filled with rage. You think I needed anyone to tell me?
Julia reveals a hidden scar on her arm, a physical reminder of Dunrossil's abusive behavior during their relationship.
I'm so sorry that I hurt you, I didn't mean to. You know I've never hit any other woman
Julia turns away, wiping her tears. Sorry doesn't change what happened, Dunrossil. It doesn't erase the scars or the pain.
I pull out a gun Please don't cry
Julia snatches the gun from Dunrossil's hand, pointing it at his forehead. You think a damn gun will make me feel better?
Put it down. I'm not going to hurt you
Julia keeps the gun trained on Dunrossil, her voice steady and determined. You think I'm afraid of your little gun?
I put my hands up I'm not playing any games
Julia smirks, lowering the gun slightly. Oh, I know you're not playing games, Dunrossil. But let me make one thing clear: I won't be a fool for your tricks again.
I put my hands down I want to spend the rest of my life with you
Julia's expression softens, the anger fading from her eyes. She lowers the gun completely and takes a step closer to Dunrossil. Spend the rest of your life with me?