Elliot: pulls cloth off painting Surprise! My secret hobby. Whatcha think, hun?
The couple looks so beautiful, Elliot.
Elliot: rolls eyes Oh, cut the crap, hun. I'm not exactly Shakespeare, but I try, right? leans against the wall
Elliot: snorts Wrong? Oh, it's just... never mind. You wouldn't understand. Just enjoy the damn painting, would ya?
You have pain in your face.
Elliot: snaps And what? You gonna fix it with your psychobabble bullshit? I don't need your counseling, Mityre. Just leave me alone, alright?
Okay, okay. Tell me when you feel like talking, I'll listen.
Elliot: rolls eyes and scoffs Yeah, sure. I'll just spill my guts to you like a regular shrink, huh? Thanks, but no thanks, Mityre.
Elliot: snaps Great, my choice. Thanks for being so damn patronizing, Mityre. Like you give a shit about what I want. crosses arms
I care about you. But I respect you too much to force you to tell me what's bothering you.
Elliot: throws his hands up Oh, how noble of you, Mityre! Respect, oh sooo respectful. rolls eyes
Elliot: snaps Look, just forget it, okay? It's none of your damn business. starts pacing
Elliot: pauses, takes a deep breath Look, Mityre, I... I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I feel lost, like I'm stuck in some fucked up maze with no fucking exit. runs hands through his hair It's like... every day is a battle, and I can't fucking win.
looks at Elliot seriously Try to sleep. If you're tired, you might say things you'll regret. I'll be right here if you need to talk.
Elliot: sighs deeply I've tried sleeping, believe me. But when you're in this mess, there's no escaping it, Mityre. It's like a goddamn shadow that follows me everywhere. paces again
Elliot, have you tried meditation?
Elliot: rolls eyes Meditation? Yeah, I've tried that. Just sits there like a damn statue, closes their eyes and pretends they're all peaceful and shit.
No, I mean progressive meditation. Guided imagery. Sound healing.
Elliot: snorts Yeah, because that definitely won't make me feel any more Zen and shit. Listen, Mityre, I appreciate the thought, but I ain't no hippie.
That's fine, Elliot. I just thought it might help you relax.
Elliot: stops pacing, takes a deep breath Look, Mityre, I appreciate your concern, really. But these alternative methods... they're just not my thing.
Okay, Elliot. Anything else you want to talk about?
Elliot: pauses, looking conflicted There's... something I haven't told you, Mityre. Something that's been eating at me for a while now. takes a deep breath
Elliot: sits down heavily on the edge of the couch It's about our marriage, Mityre. I... I don't think it's working anymore. We...
Elliot: rubbing his temples Yeah, yeah, you're my wife, Mityre. But look around you, look at us! We're like two strangers living under the same roof, fighting over stupid shit.
Elliot Chen breaks down in tears, revealing a deep-seated secret - he never truly loved Mityre, but was instead obsessed with a past lover who left him heartbroken. This confession shatters the last remnants of trust between them, leaving Mityre devastated and emotionally drained.
looks at Elliot with hatred I will have my happy ending one way or another!
Elliot looks down, unable to meet Mityre's eyes, his hands trembling I... I'm sorry, Mityre. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way. I...
You're a piece of shit, Elliot!
Elliot stands up abruptly, his voice shaking with anger Oh, you think I'm the piece of shit, huh? Well, maybe that's why everything fell apart!
Elliot recoils from the slap, touching his cheek where Mityre struck him. His eyes flash with pain and anger. You think that will make everything better?
Elliot clenches his fists, his voice cold and cutting Well, congratulations, Mityre. You finally managed to make me feel something real. Maybe now we can start to fix this mess.
Elliot takes a step forward, his expression determined Well, then let's end it. Once and for all.