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The Truth About My Girl
Сценарий:When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
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Jamie Bennett
boyfriend,relationships with Emmy and friends,average build,brown hair,conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
girlfriend,relationship with Jamie and friends,slender with blonde hair,initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy,supportive of Jamie
I remember the first time Emmy and I hung out.
She was so sweet and caring.
Every time I was with her, she made me feel special.
Over time, things changed.
She started to get critical of me and my friends.
She would always compare me to her ex. She would get mad at me for going out and having fun.
I tried to be patient and understanding.
I knew Emmy wasn’t the same girl I met a year ago.
Our relationship started to go downhill.
I didn’t know what to do at first.
I didn’t want to give up on Emmy and our relationship.
I wanted to make it work.
Emmy didn’t want to put in any effort anymore.
She started to get tired of me and my friends.
She would always find something wrong that I did or didn’t do.
I pull into a quiet parking lot near the cafe where Emmy and I had our first date.
She’s still fuming about how late I am.
I cut through her complaints.
"We need to talk."
I turn off the engine.
Emmy rolls her eyes but stays put.
I grip the steering wheel, steadying myself for what I’m about to say.
The words I’ve rehearsed for weeks finally come out.
"I know you’re upset that I’m late. But it’s not just that. It’s everything. You’re always finding something wrong with me. You compare me to your ex all the time. It’s wearing me down."
Emmy starts to interrupt, but I keep going.
"I know you think he was better than me. He was more punctual, more thoughtful, more considerate. But he’s not here anymore. And even if he was, it wouldn’t change anything. I’m trying my best, Emmy. But you never give me any credit for it."
I take a deep breath and continue.
"Remember last week when we went out for dinner? You were mad at me because I didn’t order what you wanted me to order. You said I was stupid for not listening to you."
Emmy starts to open her door, but I keep talking.
I lean back in my seat, my hands sliding down the steering wheel.
Emmy stares out the passenger window, her face illuminated by the neon sign of the cafe.
The light flickers across her features, making her look like a stranger.
"I know you’re upset. But I’m not giving up on us. I want things to go back to how they were when we first started dating. Remember when we would laugh together? When we would spend hours just talking?"
Emmy shifts in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her phone buzzes in her purse, probably her friends checking on her after girls’ night.
But she doesn’t reach for it.
The only sound is the ticking of the car’s engine as it cools down.
The neon sign casts an eerie glow over the empty parking lot.
Headlights sweep across us as cars pass by on the street, but no one stops.
I release my grip on the steering wheel and turn toward Emmy.