Scene opens to Girl sitting on a bench, with flower petals all over the floor, she is holding a bouquet filled with stalks alone. She appears to be crying, but trying hard to hold back her tears.

Girl: There he goes, again. Leaving me in the middle of nowhere. No matter how much I beg and plead, and scream at him. He’d always look at me, a silent anger emitting from his eyes, and then he will say “Let me.” – In the middle of reading lines, Boy can step in and grabs her by the shoulders, looks at her and say his line “Let me.”

She throws the bouquet on the floor.

Girl: And he expects me to wait for him, the flowers as a token of his love for me. I wanted something permanent, not transient and something that will die like... That.

She steps on them at first quite delicately, as if afraid they would actually break, but gradually getting angry and apparently very frustrated and steps on them furiously.

Girl: WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LET ME, LET ME, FOR ONCE. LET ME. NOT YOU.

(Scene closes)

Boy walks in. He sits down. Clenching his fist, as if he is angry at someone. Then he softens. Then he stands up slowly.

Boy: I tried. I tried to be the best that I can. But I don’t want to, at the end, all I want is to be myself. I want to be there for her, but all she does is to take up any space left to understand her and fills it in with her overbearing presence. What the hell else does she expect me to do for her?

Lights off. Lights on again, on Girl.

Girl: I am not giving him space? When all I could do for him is to be quiet and take it all in and here he goes, complaining about my faults and not being very happy when I do that about his. He can be whoever he likes, with anyone he likes to be with. And with me, he’s that unhappy.

Lights off.

Boy: I love to love. But sometimes I do wonder how much love I give is enough. Is being too hard on my emotions good enough? So that I won’t ever have to show her that I am weak? Is it bad to show that I am proud of being who I am? Is it foolish to want to go to another girl when I tire of her love? Is it not good enough that I am satisfied with whoever I am?

Lights off.
Lights on, and Girl is blowing bubbles.

Girl: He floats like bubbles do, and then he disappears when he feels that he cannot be contained within his safe space. Pop. Like that. Every time he does that, I feel an immense tightening around my chest. Inexplicable feeling.

Lights off.

Lights on. A tourniquet is wrapped around Boy’s hand.

Boy: You see how this restricts blood from flowing, it’s like how she is stopping me from living. She squeezes me so tightly. I could explode and she will still want to clean up after my mess. That is how she is. I leave her, and she’d grow to love me more. *laughs* She is hilarious, but is she ever going to be enough for me?

Lights on Girl. Lights on Boy as well. Boy starts reading. Girl flicks rubber bands off from where she is.

Girl: John Keats once wrote this “I do not know how elastic my soul might be, if the remembrance of you did not weigh so upon me.” I truly understand now. If I have an elastic soul, you have an elastic core. You can bend but never break; you’d never allow that to happen upon yourself. If I flick you off, you’d go elsewhere, if I keep you, I’d use you.

Lights off Girl.

Boy: She likes to read, so I read for the sake of her liking to read.

(Voice of Girl): He’d keep my hopes up so high.

Boy: If I bring them down, I hope you won’t blame me. It’s your fault for not being able to accept my mistakes.

Lights off.

Lights on. Girl is in tears.

Girl: He is finally leaving me for good. Finally! No, I am okay, I just need some time off. It’s fine, I am fine.

Boy enters stage and Girl wipes away her tears. They look at each other, knowing that they will never get the words they want to say to each other off their chests.