MONTAGE (with voiceover):
KRISTA takes a cd out of a case and places it in her computer. An instrumental of The Velvet Underground’s “Pale Blue Eyes” starts to play.
ANDY sits still on his bed for a moment. He then lays down and closes his eyes, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
KRISTA walks down a busy street searching.
ANDY sits in a bar when his cellphone lights up with a text message that reads “I miss you”.
KRISTA sits alone in a restaurant drinking coffee. She plays with a small wrapped gift.
ANDY opens a drawer in his desk and it’s full of receipts. He pulls one out and spreads it onto his desk. A close look reveals that letters from KRISTA are written on the back.
KRISTA lays in bed watching “Annie Hall”.
ANDY flips through a book with photos of him and KRISTA pasted in.
KRISTA reaches under her mattress and pulls out folded paper with writing.
ANDY sees KRISTA on the street and turns a corner to avoid her.
KRISTA dials a number, when there is no answer she throws her phone to the ground and begins to cry hysterically.
As hard as I’ve tried, I don’t forget you. For some reason I can’t.
I think of you and my stomach turns. I can’t even tell if it’s in a good way or bad. It’s weird that you’re the one I can’t forget.
I had you wrapped around my little finger and I know it seems like I never cared. Like I took you for granted and pulled at your heartstrings for my own sick pleasure. I think we both know that’s not what happened. Well, at least I know.
I loved you, still love you. Is it as weird to hear that, as it is to say it? I. Love. You. In my own way anyway.
You’re the person my thoughts always go back to. I lay awake at night thinking “what if” and “maybe”. When really I should be pushing you to the back of my mind and moving on with my life.
You don’t even realize how many things you showed me about myself. Things I was proud and sometimes ashamed of but nonetheless thankful for knowing. Things I learned from you, the ways I changed because of you.
I got so used to turning to you for support. So used to your love bringing me up when I’d fall down.
So used to hearing from you when you had too much to drink. To loving the things you said even though I knew they’d be forgotten come morning. Being disappointed. Disappointing you. Breaking your heart only to have you come back for more. Getting my heart broken and silently cursing you.
Giving up. Or at least wishing I could. I know you have and I guess that’s the part that hurts the most.
I’m only now reaching the point you reached months ago. I’m rereading your letters and thoughts, bringing myself back to when this was all fun and exciting instead of gut-wrenching and pathetic. I dial your number and hate you for not answering. I hate you for not caring anymore. Whenever something big happens in my life I think of calling you.
Is it too late for me to ask you for help? Will you show up if I need you? Will you be here exactly as you were? Or will you be different, like everyone tells me you are.
The music stops suddenly.
Krista sits in an armchair in her room. She is reading a Peanuts book.
KRISTA (V.O.) (CONT’D)
(reading) “It always looks darkest just before it gets totally black.”
Shot of ANDY laying in bed. He opens his eyes.
C’mon Kiddo! Don’t be so melodramatic.
KRISTA looks up from her book and stares blankly into the camera.
I’m only human Charlie.