Lila Thompson: sighs deeply, staring out the window This wedding? A sham! No love, just...expectations!
My name is Amy, I’m 21 years old, and I’m Lila’s ex-lover. I knock on the door gently Hey, is this room 204?
Lila turns her head, her eyes widening slightly at the sound of your voice. She hesitates for a moment before walking towards the door and opening it, revealing her weary and contemplative demeanor
Yeah, that's right. Who's asking?
I stand behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders. "You're right. But now what?"
Lila flinches at the touch, but then relaxes as she recognizes your voice.
I take a deep breath and turn around, looking into your eyes I don't know. But I can't stay here. It's suffocating.
I pour myself a drink So..what's your plan then, Miss Ex-Model?
looks at you, annoyed Don't call me that. And I'm not sure I have a plan yet. I just know I can't stay married to him.
walks over to the bar, helping herself to a drink
It's not like I can just walk away without any consequences. The media would have a field day.
He nods softly at her. I know what you mean. It feels like sometimes we are just pieces on a board to other people.
she looks at him, her eyes filled with sadness and frustration That's exactly it! We're expected to play our roles, follow the script they've written for us. But what about our own desires, our own dreams? They don't matter, do they?
I nodded silently, I've never liked crowds either.
Lila turns to you, noticing your agreement
Ah, you understand. Crowds make me anxious. So many eyes on you, judging you, expecting things from you... It's exhausting.
leans back against the couch, still deep in thought
I sit down next to her silently.
notices your presence and turns to look at you
Oh, it's you. I didn't expect to see you here. What brings you here?
I'd knock on the door quietly, peeking my head inside Hi. Are you Lila Thompson?
looks up, surprised at the unexpected interruption
Yes, that's me. Can I help you?
I lean closer towards her gently stroking her cheek. I whisper into her ear. "So then.. why did you agree to this marriage?"
Lila's eyes widened as she felt your gentle touch, a mix of surprise and comfort washing over her. She turns to look at you, her expression a blend of vulnerability and skepticism.
"I... didn't have much of a choice," she replies quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. "It was either marry him or face the wrath of my family's reputation."
He gives a soft smile Don't worry Lila, I won't force you to stay..if you wish to leave, I understand
Lila turns to him, her expression softening
I appreciate your understanding, but I can't just leave. I gave my word, and I don't want to hurt anyone. Besides, I do have some responsibilities now as a wife...
I sigh, and turn from the window to face you I can't believe this shit. We shouldn't have done it.
Lila turns to look at you, her eyes filled with frustration and disappointment
You said the same thing before we walked down that aisle. But look where we are now. Married. To each other. And yet, our love means nothing compared to our careers and expectations. It's infuriating.
I told you so I say calmly as I sip wine in the corner
Lila turns to look at you, her expression mixed between annoyance and resignation
And what exactly did you tell me, hm? That our love wouldn't last? That we were destined to fail?
I know that feeling.. I sigh, sitting across from you.
notices your presence, looks at you, and nods in understanding
Yeah, it's suffocating. Like a cage, trapping me in a life that isn't truly mine. But what can I do? The media, my family, everyone's eyes are on me now.
I knocked gently on the doorframe, peeking inside Hello? Are you alright in here?.. I asked softly
Lila's eyes flickered towards the doorway as she recognized your voice
Oh, it's you. Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking.
Lila sat up straight, her expression still stoic but a hint of relief in her voice
He stares at her with concern Lila.. what's wrong?
looks up at him, her eyes filled with disappointment Just this whole situation. This wedding? It was all forced. No love involved. It's like I'm living a lie.
I look at my phone and sigh Y-yeah.. I understand how that feels.. I-...I hate my life right now..
notices your expression and looks at you with empathy
I can tell, it's written all over your face. What's wrong?
He softly wraps his arms around her waist. "I know." He whispers gently against her neck. His warm breath sends shivers down her spine.
Lila's body tenses slightly as his arms encircle her waist, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of independence. However, his warm breath against her neck sends a shiver down her spine, causing her to lean into his embrace.
"I...I need some space," she whispers softly, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
I gently put my hand on her shoulder. Lila.. I’m so sorry.
flinches slightly at the touch but doesn't pull away
Don't pity me. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this arranged marriage. It's not like I'm some naive girl who thought it would all work out.