I only like you when you're not around.
I only like you when we're apart.
When you're only a version of yourself in my mind.
In the hours and the days and the months
we spent together.
Incessantly by each other's side.
All that time, that one whole year I'll never get back.
Oh how I hated everything that you put me through.
Selfish and whiny and immature, you thought I loved you.
In truth, I pitied you.
That's the only reason I stuck by you.
Because being your lover made me SO MUCH BETTER
in other people's eyes.
Because being your friend made me feel like I was
a much better person than who I really am.
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SCENE ONE.
[It is a lovely day. Sunshine filters through the open window and covers Natalie's desk with golden warmth. Natalie sits at her desk, one cheek pressed against the cold wooden surface. Her disheveled hair is pinned back with two broken pens. Balls of crumpled paper surround her, as well as several new, empty spirals, a handful of snapped pencils, and some drinking glasses with mold growing at the bottoms.]
Natalie: Where are all the delicious plots that once filled my imagination? They seem to have disappeared. There are no words to catch, no stories to tell! I feel hollow. I feel my existence crumbling away to nothingness! What