SCENE: IT HAD TO BE YOU
INT. LILY’S OFFICE - DAY
The room is dimly lit, still cold, it feels muted.
NO SOUND – JUST THE FOUNTAIN PEN SCRATCHING.
WILLIAM sits at a desk facing the window.
Curtains drift gently in the breeze.
We see only his silhouette — backlit by a pale, bright sky.
The light outlines his stillness, but the grief is unmistakable.
The camera focuses on the fountain pen in his hand, moving slowly and deliberately across the paper.
The sound of the nib scratching against the paper is rhythmic, almost hypnotic.
CLOSE-UP: HIS HANDS
His fingers tremble slightly as he writes.
The pen’s engraved words, “IT HAD TO BE YOU,” catch the light.
OVERHEAD SHOT:
Scattered pages.
His handwriting everywhere — neat but trembling.
Ink slightly smudged, like he paused too long.
Like the memories stalled him.
CLOSE-UP — HIS FACE
WILLIAM pauses, his head lowering slightly.
His shoulders rise and fall in a deep, unsteady breath.
He brings the pen closer to his face.
Gently touching the engraving with his thumb.
Then—
CLOSE-UP – FOUNTAIN PEN
The metal tip hovers — just about to touch the page.
SMASH CUT TO:
CLOSE-UP – VINYL NEEDLE
Dropping onto the record with a gentle crackle.
FLASHBACK – INT. LILY’S LIVING ROOM, NYC – NIGHT
Warm, flickering candlelight.
WILLIAM sits on the couch — still, present.
Across the room, LILY adjusts the turntable.
The needle finds its groove.
A breath.
Then: Sinatra’s “It Had to Be You” begins to play.
Timeless. Inevitable.
WIDE SHOT —
She crosses to him, a softness in her eyes.
The music swells — memory turning alive.
LILY
(smiling)
I found a song for us.
She walks over and grabs his hand, tugging him to his feet.
LILY
Come on.
CLOSE-UP – WILLIAM, slightly startled.
There’s hesitation in his eyes—almost like he’s never been pulled into a moment like this before.
But then… a soft laugh.
He lets her lead him.
They move to the center of the room.
LILY wraps her arms around him.
WILLIAM follows, slowly.
They begin to sway—gentle, unhurried.
Like the world has faded and left only the two of them.
LILY rests her head on his chest, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her lips.
CAMERA SPINNING AROUND THEM SLOWLY
LYRIC: "It had to be you, I wandered around and finally found somebody who made me be true"
CLOSE-UP: LILY’S FACE
Eyes closed, then slowly opening.
She looks up at him.
Tears shimmer — but don’t fall.
She doesn’t speak.
She just looks at him —
like she’s telling him everything.
Her gaze says: It had to be you.
WILLIAM
His eyes widen slightly as if her unspoken declaration has struck him like a thunderbolt.
CLOSE-UP – HER EYES ON HIM
Soft smile.
Unwavering gaze.
No fear. No doubt.
CAMERA KEEPS SPINNING AROUND THEM
LYRIC: "With all your faults, I love you still."
WILLIAM
His breath catches.
His lips parting in disbelief.
He looks at her as though he can’t believe she is opening her heart to him so completely.
His eyes close.
His brow furrows, overwhelmed.
He leans his forehead to hers.
Their breath mingles in silence.
WILLIAM
(soft, cracked whisper)
I love you too.
CLOSE-UP — THEIR FOREHEADS TOGETHER
His words feel like a vow.
Like they’ve been waiting to be spoken for an eternity.
He kisses her.
Slow.
Intentional.
Everything in him is in that kiss.
He pulls her closer, like she’s already fading and he refuses to let go.
As the camera circles behind WILLIAM, his figure briefly obscures LILY.
For just a moment, the screen is filled with his back.
His shoulders tense but holding her so carefully.
TRANSITION (SEAMLESS):
As the camera continues its arc, the warm golden light is gone.
The room is darker, colder.
The soundtrack shifts—the once-vivid tones of the song begin to sound hollow, distant, as if echoing in an empty space.
When the camera emerges from behind WILLIAM — LILY is gone.
William is alone. In their living room now.
The music lingers faintly, haunting and melancholic.
The room is now cast in muted grays and browns
A stark contrast to the warmth of before.
CAMERA MOVEMENT CONTINUES:
The camera keeps spinning around William, but its pace is slightly slower now, matching William’s movements.
He stands in the middle of the room.
Swaying slightly.
His arms folded around himself as if still holding her memory.
LYRIC CONTINUES, DISTANT AND ECHOING
"It had to be you…"
William sways slightly.
Lost in the memory of their dance.
His face crumples.
The tears he’s been holding back finally fall.
CLOSE-UP — HIS FACE
His eyes are red.
His expression raw and broken.
He hugs himself tighter, as though trying to fill the emptiness where she once was.
He sinks to his knees.
His body shaking with silent sobs.
The song continues to play.
A cruel reminder of what he’s lost.
INT. ROOM - DAY - PRESENT
WILLIAM at his desk, staring at the pen in his hand.
“IT HAD TO BE YOU” engraved.
It gleams faintly — like a scar.
He presses the pen to the paper again.
His tears smudging the ink as he writes.
CLOSE-UP: THE WORDS ON THE PAGE
The final words he writes:
"It had to be you. It always had to be you."
He sets the pen down carefully, almost reverently.
He exhales.
A long, quiet breath — like something just let go.
Not all of it.
But enough.
The room is silent except for his soft breathing.
ZOOM OUT.
