Clinging onto Hope.

 

[Setting: A dimly lit restaurant, memories lingering in the air.]

Him: "Meet me at the restaurant we used to go to. I miss you. I know I pushed you away... you talked too much, but somehow it was annoyingly cute. It’s cold here, and I just want to be next to you, to cuddle. My walls were high, but you cracked them... remember when you promised me if i changed you'll be there? I thought maybe that was easy but i tried so I'm better now"

Friend: "Don't send that letter, man. She's gone."

Him: (sighs, hesitates) "Too late. But the number's blocked, so she won't see it."

Friend: "Oh... I see."

Him: "I never told her because I was scared, but I love her, man. (chuckles through tears) I really do. I keep hoping she’ll come back, but I know hope only lasts so long."

Friend: "So just unblock her."

Him: "And what then? Tell her I love her? I can't do that."

[Silence lingers, the weight of unspoken words heavy.]

Him: "I know I'll find someone else, but it won’t be her. I just want her back... but I can’t have her, can I?"

[They resume their game, the sound of the cue ball echoing the emptiness.]