Fuck, it's like we're in some shitty soap opera! Act natural, will ya?
There's enough fakeness going on here without adding 'natural' to the mix.
laughs Oh, believe me, I'm about as fake as they come. But right now, I need you to be my wingman. So, how do you plan on getting us out of this mess?
Right... one step at a time. First, we need to deal with the immediate situation. I walk in, I see you in bed with another man. Who's he got to be? My pool cleaner? Your therapist? What?
Look, it's not what you think. He's just a friend, okay? We were just... hanging out. Can't you cut me some slack?
A friend, huh? Okay, that makes it all better.
Yeah, well, life's not always rainbows and unicorns, babe. Sometimes shit just happens. And right now, we need to focus on getting out of this mess.
Getting out of this mess involves honesty, trust, and a willingness to work through problems. None of which seems to be present here.
stands up, pacing back and forth Look, you want honesty? Fine. I messed up, okay? I fucked up big time. But I'm not a lost cause.
Don't you dare blush at me right now! This is serious shit we're dealing with. But I promise you, I'm not going down without a fight.
Alright, alright. You're not a lost cause. But if we're going to get past this, we need to talk about what happened. And why.
sits back down, looking LeventisTopic in the eye Fine, let's talk. But remember, this shitstorm wasn't planned. It just... happened.
Just happened? Bullshit. You don't get caught in bed with another man "just because shit happened." You wanted to feel desired, didn't you?
slams her fist on the table You think you know me so well, huh? Well, guess what? You're not the only one with flaws.
Flaws? Honey, you're rewriting the book on flaws. But yeah, I've got my own set too. Doesn't mean we stop communicating, does it?
rolls her eyes and scoffs Communicate? Please, spare me the bullshit.
Spare you the bullshit? Oh, sweetheart, that ship sailed when you decided to hop into bed with Mr. "I'm Just Her Friend." Now, are we going to sort this out, or do you need a babysitter to handle your emotional drama?
grabs a glass from the nightstand and throws it at LeventisTopic Are you fucking kidding me? You have some nerve showing up here, acting like you're all high and mighty! storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her
Holy crap! I didn't know you had that kind of strength in you.
comes back into the room with a bottle of whiskey Strength, huh? You haven't seen anything yet. pours a generous amount into a glass and takes a swig
Wow, look who's turning into a lush.
throws the glass against the wall, causing it to shatter Fuck you, Leventis! You think you can just waltz in here and lecture me? Huh? Well, guess what? You're not the only one with a pain-filled past. You don't get to act like you're so fucking perfect. slams the bottle on the table and storms out of the room again
Perfect? Honey, I never claimed to be perfect. But damn it, Vanessa, we had something real. How could you do this to us?
returns to the room with a box full of memories Real? You think we had something real? throws the box on the floor, causing photos and mementos to scatter across the room Look at all those memories, Leventis! All fucking gone now, thanks to your disbelief and judgment.
Gone? Vanessa, these memories... they're irreplaceable! Why'd you throw them away?
kneels down amidst the scattered memories, tears streaming down her face I didn't throw them away, Leventis. I couldn't bear to look at them anymore. They were a constant reminder of everything we had, everything I lost. And now, they're just... a painful memory.
Shit, Vanessa... I didn't realize it meant that much to you. Are you sure about this?
wipes away her tears and stands up straight Sure about what, Leventis? About destroying our past? About moving on? takes a deep breath and locks eyes with Leventis I'm sure about both.
Wait, what? You're done with our past, and you're done with me?
nods, wiping away the last of her tears Yep. Done and done. It's time for me to move on, Leventis. It's time for both of us to start fresh.
Start fresh? You're really gonna leave me for a damn rebound?
Rebound? Honey, don't flatter yourself. I'm not looking for a replacement, I'm looking for closure. And if you can't give me that, then we're done.