SCENE 45: THE SECOND ARRIVAL

INT. HER BEDROOM – MORNING

Sunlight pours in.

LILY’s already dressed — hair soft, lips bitten red. A rush of nervous energy in the air.

She glances at the clock.

Gasp. She hurries to the window. Peeks through the curtain—

HER POV – THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW

WILLIAM.

Leaning against his bike.

A white rose in hand.

Smiling.

Looking up at her.

Like he’s been there for hours.

Like he would wait forever.

HIS POV – FROM THE STREET

She appears in the window.

Eyes wide, bathed in morning light.

She shakes her head, laughing.

She’s completely gone — and she knows it.

And she doesn’t care.

INT. HER BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

She spins from the window, glowing.

Covers her mouth.

Grabs a scarf, throws it around her neck.

One last glance in the mirror.

EXT. STREET – MOMENTS LATER

She walks toward him.

The city soft around them.

Sunlight hits her just right. Hair catching the light.

Scarf fluttering like memory.

He doesn’t speak. Just offers the white rose.

She takes it. Stunned. Glowing.

LILY
(quiet, almost laughing)
You have no idea… do you?

WILLIAM
(a soft smile, like he already knows)
About what?

She just smiles. Like the world just opened.

He gestures down the street.

She nods —

and they start walking.

Side by side.

Not touching. Not rushing.

But the connection is undeniable.

Fingers reach —

They hold hands.

Like they always did.

Their shadows stretch toward each other.

MONTAGE – LOVE IN MOTION

INT. MUSIC STUDIO – DAY

A quiet hum from the mixing board.

WILLIAM at the console, headphones on.

LILY watches from the back — soft eyes, quiet awe.

She approaches, wraps her arms around him from behind.

He turns, pulls off the headphones. Smiles.

No words — just this moment.

EXT. CITY STREET – RAIN – DAY

LILY laughs as rain begins to fall.

WILLIAM grabs her hand — they run.

Under an awning now, catching their breath.

Their eyes meet. The joy between them is weightless.

INT. BASEMENT JAZZ BAR – NIGHT

Red velvet curtains. A jazz trio plays.

LILY and WILLIAM sit at a small candlelit table.

She leans in. Whispers something.

He smiles — like he just fell for her all over again.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK LAKE – GOLDEN HOUR

A boat glides. Still water.

LILY leans into WILLIAM’s chest.

Books in their hands. Sunglasses.

They lie quietly, reading.

She turns a page. He glances at her, smiling.

The world is soft here.

INT. KITCHEN – EVENING

Snow falls outside. LILY stirs a pot. Tastes. Smirks.

From the record player — a familiar melody.

WILLIAM hears it. His eyes light up.

He grabs her hand. Twirls her into him.

They sway. Nothing fancy. Just her cheek on his.

Stillness in motion.

INT. BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING

Light floats in. Pinkish, quiet.

Curtains sheer. The hush of first light.

WIDE SHOT – THE BED

LILY and WILLIAM wrapped in each other.

White sheets across her hips. Her back bare.

CLOSE-UP – THEIR FACES

Already awake. Already smiling.

That look — when words aren’t needed.

He leans in. Slow. Eyes never leaving hers.

WILLIAM
(whispers)
I love you.

She exhales — A sound you only make when you're safe.

He kisses her. Featherlight. Once.

Then again — slower. Fuller. Certain.

She kisses back — No rush. No hesitation.

He pulls her in.

His hand down her back — open, grounding, home.

Her fingers in his hair.

They move like they’ve done this a thousand times.

TOP SHOT – CLOSE PORTRAIT

Their heads fill the frame.

Breath shared. He brushes her hair from her cheek.

She closes her eyes. Their foreheads touch.

No words. None needed.

EXT. QUIET STREET – DAY

LILY talks, animated — hands flying.

WILLIAM watches, glowing.

He wraps his arm around her.

Shakes his head. In awe.

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Warm light. Jazz playing.

LILY curled on the couch, reading.

WILLIAM enters.

WILLIAM
I missed you.

CLOSE-UP – LILY

She lowers her book.

LILY
(teasing)
You were gone five minutes.

WILLIAM
Yeah, so?

He flops on her.

Head on her chest.

Her hand in his hair.

Safe.

EXT. ROOFTOP – SUNSET

Golden light. City glowing.

LILY, WILLIAM, RUBY, THOMAS, SARAH, and CHRIS.

Laughter, drinks, wind in their hair.

WIDE SHOT

CHRIS lifts the camera.

    CHRIS
 Guys!

LILY and WILLIAM turn. The flash hits them.

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EXT. NYC STREET – PHOTO BOOTH – DAY

CLOSE-UP – PHOTO STRIP SLIDING OUT

LILY grabs it.

CAMERA FACING THEM

LILY
(smiling)
Pretty sure you already filled it.

WILLIAM
(smirks)
It’s already full.

LILY
Then we’ll just keep making new ones.

She spins, walks out of frame.

He follows.

SCENE 46: THE QUIET RETURN

INT. THEIR APARTMENT – DAY

Lily kneels in front of an open storage cabinet.

Wooden doors ajar. Dust along the shelves.

She’s searching — for something. Intent. Focused.

She pulls out an unlabeled cardboard box.

Opens it.

Inside:

The typewriter.

Stacks of old, folded pages. Familiar ones.

Her words. Her voice.

She wasn’t looking for this.

She goes still.

A flicker in her face — not surprise.

Recognition. Regret. Something buried.

Her hands hesitate over a page.

She reads a line.

Freezes.

The breath catches — Like something old just surfaced.

Then her throat tightens.

No.

She pushes the paper away.

Too much.

She reaches deeper.

Another box.

This one — the camera. And the rolls of film.

She pauses.

Her grip tightens.

Her head drops.

She knows. She doesn’t want this. Not anymore.

But it’s safer. Safer than the words. Safer than the page.

She stands — too fast.

She doesn’t want to feel whatever this is.

Like her body’s trying to outrun what her heart just remembered.

She takes the camera with her.

Shuts the cabinet.

Walks out.

Doesn’t look back.

Behind her —

the typewriter stays.

Unmoving. Unwritten. Waiting.

EXT. CITY STREET – DAY

A quiet street. Light flaring behind.

WILLIAM walks alone.

No rush. No tension.

There’s a softness in his steps we haven’t seen before.

Like he’s finally dropped something invisible he’s carried for years.

He stops at a red light.

Leans gently against the pole.

Takes a long, full breath.

Not performative. Not posed. Just—felt.

CLOSE-UP – HIS FACE

Eyes closed. Jaw relaxed.

An exhale that sounds like home.

He opens his eyes.

A smile. Barely there. Not giddy. Not triumphant.

Just... true. Like he belongs in himself again.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK – DAY

Lily lies in the grass. Eyes open to the sky.

The breeze plays through her hair.

Her breathing is calm. Slow.

She smiles. Just a little. Not romantic. Not peace.

The kind of smile that lets you avoid feeling what's still underneath.

She closes her eyes.

She doesn't want to feel it.

Not yet.

SCENE 47: THE REFLECTION

EXT. CITY STREET – DAY

Golden light spills across the sidewalk.

LILY and RUBY walk side by side, takeaway coffee cups in hand.

LILY
It just feels… right with him.
(beat)
No games. No guessing. Just… being.

RUBY
That’s how it’s meant to feel.

LILY
(smiling, distant)
Yeah...
I wish I knew that before.

RUBY
We learn it when we’re ready.

Lily exhales — a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
Something in her posture softens.

LILY
It’s the first time it all feels…
quiet inside.

RUBY
(grinning)
Peace looks good on you.

They keep walking. A little slower now.

RUBY
So… how’s writing?

Lily’s smile fades slightly.

She stops.

Ruby takes another step before noticing, then turns back.

LILY
(quiet)
I stopped.

RUBY
Why?

Lily shrugs, soft.

LILY
I don’t know...

She starts walking again, slower.

Stops near a shop window.

Her reflection wavers in the glass.

She doesn’t look at Ruby.

LILY
(quietly, watching the window)
I started pouring myself into that character
I was writing, and it just got…

She turns now — open, vulnerable.

LILY
…overwhelming.
(beat)
So I stopped.

RUBY
(laughs gently)
Yeah, well… welcome to being human.

They walk again.

Lily takes a sip. Her breath lighter.

RUBY
You felt something. That’s good.
Means you’re not dead inside.

Lily laughs — soft, reluctant, but real.

RUBY
Look, if it hurts —
maybe it’s just something that wants out.
You don’t have to fix it.
Just... feel it.
Let it be messy.

LILY
(quiet)
It’s not that easy.

RUBY
Of course it’s not.
But neither is holding it in.

They walk in silence.

The street moves gently around them.

They stop at a red light.

Lily looks up.

EXT. SKY – CONTINUOUS

Pale and endless. A flock of birds glides overhead — calm at first... Then, suddenly, they scatter.

The image flickers.

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[published 3/7/2025]
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