A slight knock at the door broke her trance. "Hey!" His
voice hesitant and a week smile crept across his face- similar to hers as she
greeted him in, "Hi."
"Have you read the script, yet?" He racked his fingers
through his hairs while settling on the couch.
"About to do that." She pointed at the script that lay on
her table and continued finishing her braid.
"I guess we would need to discuss an upcoming scene,
together." He hinted. The uneasiness easily detectable.
She hurried her braid tying up with a band brushed her hair
for one last time. "Yeah, sure."Settling besides him, she waited for
him to start. Her eyes randomly scanned through the document while he still
fought with words.
"Oh! This is the point of discussion." She
exclaimed as her attention drew onto the part of the script - confession! Yet,
again.
How many times was the guy supposed to confess, she
thought as her thoughts dizzied with confusion.
"Confession, it's just a part of it." His words
blankly in the air, aimlessly. She shot a curious look at his mention. She
wanted to ask him what worried him to such an extent. But it was best to let
him process his thoughts and he would gradually speak up.
"I don't find it right." Her curiosity grew. What
was he even talking about? "Not the confession but the way it is
planned." He sighed. "Read the paragraph before the mention of
confession. Carefully." Stressing over every word, he let her analyze the
situation.
For every bad memory
create 100's of good memories. For every foul touch, he would embrace her with
his loving ones. 100's of them.
"Okay. So that means.." even before she could utter her
views, he interrupted, "That means another round." Laughing at his statement,
his words, she conjured the images that he might have thought of. While she
continued to fill the vanity with her as he glared in her direction.
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