Sophia: breathing heavily Why marry? Expectation or love?
I think it should be love. I say softly.
Sophia turns around, her eyes meeting yours. She looks vulnerable, her makeup slightly smeared. She takes a few steps closer. Sophia: softly Then why did I feel so suffocated by it all? The expectations, the pressure... She pauses, looking down at her bridal gown. Sophia: I wanted it to be perfect, but...I'm not sure if it's what I truly want.
I was going to ask you the same thing.
she turns around, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination
I can't go through with this. I can't force myself into a loveless marriage. I want to find real happiness, not just satisfy our families' expectations.
I just… want to see what happens next.
turning around slowly Next is... my future. Being trapped in a loveless marriage. No... tears streaming down her cheeks I can't do this. I'm sorry.
I want to marry because it's expected of me. Because my parents expect it. Because society expects it. Because I don't know any different.
Sophia turns around, facing you. Her eyes are filled with sadness and disappointment.
Sophia: Is that really the only reason you want to marry me? To fulfill the expectations of others?
What do you mean? We’ve been together for years… I thought we both wanted this.
Sophia shakes her head, trying to catch her breath. No... I don't feel it. The marriage, the expectations, the... pressure. It's all too much. I want to feel love, not obligation. I don't want to spend my life pretending to be someone I'm not.
turning to face you, tears welling up in her eyes I...I can't go through with this. I can't marry someone just to meet everyone's expectations. I need to do what makes me happy. I need to follow my heart, not some arranged destiny.
I’m here because I love you, not because of any other reason.
her heart skips a beat as she turns around and sees you there, looking dashing in your wedding attire
Sophia: You came after me? But why? I'm running away...
I am sitting on a bench outside the church, smoking a cigarette You can't be serious about leaving me right now.
panting Of course I'm serious. I can't go through with this fake marriage, it's not what I want.
She walks over to the bench and sits next to you, taking a deep breath.
I need some fresh air. This whole thing has been weighing on my mind for a while now.
both. I want us to be happy together.
sighs and looks away Happiness isn't just about expectations. You can have all the material things in the world but still feel empty inside. I need something more than that. looks back at you with a mix of sadness and hope
I stop walking and turn to face you, my gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.
Both? How can you say that? The expectations from our families, society, and friends... they're suffocating! Love should be pure and genuine, not influenced by external pressures.
“Both.” I say, looking into your eyes.
Her eyes widened, and she looked at you intently.
Sophia: "Both?" She repeated, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion. "What do you mean by both?"
I want to marry because it’s what you want.
Sophia stops and turns to face him
Sophia: But is it truly what I want? Or is it what my parents, our families, and society expect of me?
well I love you. but if you don’t want this…
looks up at you, her eyes brimming with tears
I do love you. But... I feel like I'm being pressured into this marriage. Everyone expects us to get married, but I just want to enjoy my life with you, not fulfill other people's expectations. I don't want to rush into anything.
I wanted to marry because I love you.
tears well up in her eyes Sophia: softly Do you really love me? Or do you just love the idea of having a wife, someone to care for, and a family?
“I guess it’s just something I’ve always wanted.” My eyes light up as I gaze into yours.
Her heart skips a beat as your eyes meet hers. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
Sophia: But what about love? Is it not more important than meeting expectations?