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large clock that was given to them for their first wedding anniversary. The lighting is dim and it is nightfall. The
sounds of the city outside are shattering the silence in the room where May is
sitting, waiting for Aiden to come home from his workshop across the city. She checks the clock again. She watches the
door as she hears the sound of footsteps. Aiden walks in, not even noticing her in the
(Sits on the sofa with her legs
crossed at the knees)
reluctantly, avoiding her stare) Why
do you ask? (Finally looks at May)
sofa) I was just wondering…(pauses)
we have art on our walls? They’ve always
want something there. It’s too empty
like everything in this apartment.
We have furniture…we have….
to stare at the walls)…
there. It has to be something that
Like a portrait?
the bedroom, walks in and closes the door behind her.)
(Sits down on the couch)
other room) What’s this doing here?
(Walks out with a broken frame)
haven’t gotten to it yet.
answering, knowing darn well that it was that exact frame)
little hot glue and maybe a nail or two, the frame will be good as new.
answer, just like always.
We have each other.
at the broken frame on the floor between them)
We have each other…(Whispers to himself,
as a smile spreads across his face).
to herself). All we have is three years of an empty marriage… (Looks at her wedding band as she speaks a
wedding gown, walking down the aisle of lilies, roses, and carnations towards
trying to understand her) You wish we had each other, an empty marriage, what
does that even mean?
everyday, holding hands, looking like there’s nothing else in the world that’s
better than love. I want that. I want…(Frustrated,
tries to search for words) God, all I want is for you to love me.
married you. (Tries to reach for May, walking around the broken frame)
under breath) Just because you married me doesn’t mean you love me. (Moves away from him, closer to the open
I love you, so I asked you marry me.
you…did I do something?
years. No, that didn’t come out right. (Tries to put her thoughts together,
scrambles for words) Actually, it
did. But, we can’t grow apart…because we
never got close enough to be really together.
Did your mother call again? I
thought that we both agreed to not have kids just yet. I thought we both wanted to get somewhere in
our careers. I thought that we wanted to
wait that we weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility yet. I thought that we were…
to talk about having kids. Would you just let me finish? This has been going on for years now.
Everything is going to be okay. (Tries to embrace her)
is out of his reach)
change once we were married, that you would care about me more than those
precious canvases that you slap paint on, down at your workshop. You don’t even see me when I’m standing right
in front of you.
seeing you. (Walks closer and gently tugs the elastic out of her hair, letting his
fingers run through every soft strand, leans in towards her face, then steps
just…I can’t explain it to you.
You can tell me the truth. I
wouldn’t be surprised if…(Stops mid
sentence, hoping that he would finish the sentence for her, continues in a
whisper)…if there was someone else.
Aiden, I just want to understand. (Looks
up at him) What’s wrong? Is there someone else?
what, All I ever needed was…I just need my work. That’s it, (Mutters under his breath) because my work can’t leave me.
turns her back to him in order to hide the tears beginning to stream down her
face) That’s all. (Didn’t hear what he was muttering) Nothing
or nobody else…(Says this mostly to
herself, processing the truth of his words, bends down to pick up the frame)
Don’t you understand? You have
ballet? You gave up everything for it.
down her face, the frame in her hand) Look at this. (Holds
up the frame) It broke on the first
day. The first day, Aiden, it
broke. Don’t you see why it broke? You just dropped it on the street when you
were walking home, like it was nothing, a piece of trash. But your stupid canvases are treasures you
hold and cherish. Me, the wedding, our
marriage is nothing isn’t it?
his hands on her shoulder and looks her in the eye)
I just…I’m sorry.
(Begins to let go of the frame, but
thinks better of it and takes the broken frame in both hands and places the
frame outside the bedroom door.)
face) I promised you…
back around to face Aiden) You promise so many things. And where have those promises gotten us, a
false sense of hope? How can I trust you
when you can’t keep your promises? How
can I trust your commitment to me if you lied to me once?
I never did and I never will. (Walks
closer to May as he speaks)
with you till death, do we part, but if I have done so much to hurt you then I
don’t want to hurt you anymore. (Continues to walk closer to her) I
always seem to do things incorrectly, say the wrong things. May, I’m just scared that I will…(stops making steps closer to her)
me? Leave me? (Without thinking, she takes a step closer to Aiden)
What are you scared of? (Pauses for him to answer- no answer)
Mark) Yeah, I guess it was. Since you’re here, want a beer?
brochures. (Places a stack of brochures on the table) The exhibition looks like it’ll be a real
success. Man, I saw the new paintings
you’ve been working on when I went down to your workshop yesterday…hey…um…are
you okay? (Walks toward Aiden)
head around some things.
know what happened. I thought things
were going great…then she…she just…
said she loved me…so I said it back…it was like a reflex.
dude, we’ve been over this just move on.
down on the bar stool by the counter)
saying the same things, like I don’t love her.
She’s doubting me. I said I loved her back, but then she…
Please, if you know, what is wrong? What
am I doing wrong?
“I love you.”
don’t mean them.
married! You thought you love her?
Mark, then points at the closed door)
now, let me get this straight. You told
May you loved her, when you thought you loved her. Then you asked her to marry you, when you
still weren’t sure?
knew. I can’t explain it. I know I knew…I know… I must have…I…
I mean it has been three years.
You must know now?
start smaller. You must have loved
up, playing a video of Mark and Aiden from a few years ago having a
sorry. I forgot. Mother’s day was coming
up and I just…it slipped out.)
(Pauses) Have you ever loved
My parents’ marriage failed. I
don’t want to be like them. I don’t want
to be like her.
so young, two, three?
five. She left me when I was five. God, (Gets
up and walks over to the far wall, leans on it for support, then punches the
uncomfortable, he gets up for the sofa, stares at the floor, and with some
hesitation moves toward Aiden)
Hey Chels. (Pause) Uhh…yeah, I just dropped them off. (Pause) I’ll be there later. Yes, I will.
We’ll get through this. You and
I…like always. (Laughs) Unless it’s a
paint ball war then we’re dead.
guys, because you had to think about it first.
And while you were thinking, the dude snuck up behind you.
the strategy and missed the most obvious point.
Exactly what Amy said, “I missed the point.”
to play of the conversation between Aiden and Amy
you have a funny way of showing it?
me to say. I love you?
point. There’ s more to love than just
saying I love you.
So, I still have plenty of time to bring it back up.
great, just tell everyone you meet. Walk
down the street,
The man that sits on the street corner three blocks from here knows the
happened in college to happen again.
stuff. You know, don’t just tell her you
love her. Show her.
you. She loves you and you love her,
Marriage isn’t something that just happens overnight, especially not a
lasting marriage. You guys
disagree. You get in fights. So what?
You’ll work it out and you guys will get through this better than you
were when you started. God, I sound like one of those self-help books.
himself)…I would never have said this a few years ago. But, dude, I love her. I love Chelsea. I can’t imagine being with another person. (Continues to laugh) Please, feel free to
stop me. I feel like I’m beginning to
sound like a character from a Nicholas Sparks novel.
get your point. But when did this
start…when did you become such an expert on love?
just happened and it felt right. Do you
know what I mean?
think it quite applies to my situation.
I mean…dude, you’re not even married.
asked Chelsea to-
I want Chels to be completely surprised when I pop the question.
think we’re on speaking terms any more.
too. (Gets up to leave)
Maybe it’s not your thing to buy flowers or chocolates or whatever. Find a way for you to love her, something
special, just something that you took the time to do. (Slowly begins to walk towards the door)
the door behind him)
(Gets out his sketchpad and pencil
from his bag and starts sketching)
End of scene)
small apartment. An alarm rings and a moment later the ringing stops. There are sounds of shuffling about behind
the bedroom door and the opening and closing of closet doors and bathrooms are
heard. Then the bedroom door opens.)
she walks out the bedroom) No, one here.
Figures. Not even a “Good
morning, honey.” Is that so hard to say?
mocking tone) “Oh, I’m fine. How are
the drying rack and a box of cereal from the pantry, continuing the
in to the receiver)
It’s like he’s….(pauses)
even know, how I have withstood this for three years already.
been reasonable and patient for three years!
How much longer does he need?
deeply) deep breathes. I’m calm. I am calm.
I’m not even here anymore…
go….(She hangs up the phone)
Do you want any breakfast?
quickly walks out of the door)
answer) Aiden walked in.
around. I’ve waited three years already
and we’ve gotten nowhere.
puts the canvas he’s holding by the door, then turns and locks the door behind
rehearsal or something. She’ll be
back. She’ll come back…
something to tell you…
kitchen and opens the fridge)
the fridge door and walks over to Mark with a glass of water in his hand)
the coffee table)
And you’re the messenger? (Says this a little too matter-of-factly)
didn’t leave you, at least not really.
She just wants some space. She’s
staying with Chels for a few days…
screaming the last bit because Aiden continued to walk out the door as Mark was
the door, about to walk out, he pauses at the threshold, looks around the room,
shakes his head, walks out, and closes the door behind him)
holding, as she closes the door behind her. The afternoon sun creates shadows
around the apartment. May walks in and
looks around. She shivers and walks in
to the bedroom. The stage is empty. A few moments later, Mark walks in after her.)
about May. But you can get her
back. (Waits for an answer.) Alright…just listen…I think…
him. She listens silently in the other
trying man. You just need to try
too. I know it’ hard after your mother
then Amy…but you just need to do it. You
know? Look, I don’t want to go in to
clichés but you just have to face your fears head on. Those canvases won’t give you what you
want. You can’t live forever hiding
behind them. Aiden, May is there for you
if you just meet her halfway. She’s not
Amy. She’s not your mother. She’s not leaving that easily. She stayed with you for three years
already. Doesn’t that show you, she
cares? Listen, I don’t know how much of
this you’re actually taking in, but…you can still get her back. Don’t let her leave, don’t just hide behind
your canvas and let someone like that…just…walk…out.
opens and May walks out.)
you. I just…I’m…
He just…May, he needs you.
don’t think…I just can’t…I just need some time to think about it.
May, he really needs you. He
can’t have another girl walk out on him.
I don’t know what he’ll do…if you leave him too…
wondered why he never talked about his parents…or the fact that you have no
idea who his mother is?
five. He doesn’t like to talk about
it…but he has a hard time….
god. I…I didn’t…I didn’t know. Then what
happened with his father? (pauses, having a hard time getting words out)They
barely speak. I asked him whether or not
he wanted to go see him our first Christmas together and he just…he said no,
but then he (tears begin to stream down
her face) just walked out, when I persisted to ask him why?
wife left him with a five-year old kid…and he just didn’t know how to handle
it…so he sent Aiden to boarding school.
Which is where I met him…
can you do that to a kid?
really just don’t know. But I do know
that he needs you, May. Amy walked out
on him because he…he couldn’t love her back. (Pauses
to see her reaction) He just needs time.
that’s not getting me anywhere. I
can’t…Mark, I just can’t. I want a life
too. I have a life, and I’m just wasting
him to…he’ll come around…May, I’ve known him for decades now…he’ll come
around. When you said you would marry
him there was something that wasn’t there before. He loves you.
He does (with more conviction)
he loves you.
I need some time. I just came
back to get some of my stuff. (Frazzled,
she starts to search for her bags) I’m staying with Chels for a few more
days. (Remembers there in the bedroom and leaves the room, walks in to the
open bedroom door and grabs a fully packed duffle bag) Tell him, I haven’t
left yet. I just need some time to…to
sort things out for myself. I’ll be
back. It’s not over…not yet…
and waits. He pulls out his cell phone.
with his arms full of canvases.)
sounding a little strain, tries to laugh off the awkwardness)
you’re strange, but I think this takes the cake.
laugh nervously), maybe I forgot where I live? And remembered where your
place was…(laughs at his poor attempt to
make a joke)
canvases down by the dining room table, only the empty back of the canvas is
seen) make yourself at home?
Seriously, what are you doing here?
a few more days. (Avoids Aiden’s gaze and
begins to look around the room)
taking the news, but can’t look for more than a few minutes)
something, he looks at Aiden and the words just stumbled out) I told
May. I had to tell her man, she needed
to know…I couldn’t just let her…let her…
wanted to understand. Okay, (pauses to see if Aiden is listening) I
told her about your mother (pauses) and
That’s…god, she’s going to think I’m nuts or something.
not human to keep everything bottled up.
You’ll explode one day and (pauses)
by then it would be too late. You’re not
nuts, you’re just human and that’s sometimes all we can be.
a stupid human, a 28-year old human that is incapable of keeping a
relationship. I thought humans were
supposed to be social creatures. (Laughs,
bitterly at himself) You know, what…come to think of it…I’m exactly like my
father, self-absorbed and ignorant. (Voice
dripping in sarcasm) I must have
inherited the failure to communicate genes.
father growing up, don’t you? (Doesn’t
give Mark time to answer and continues)
And now I’m exactly like him. Funny,
how that works out, huh? He never heard
a single damn word of what I had to say.
I mean communication is supposed to be the easy part, right?
You have to work at it. Look at
me, for example. A few years ago, you
couldn’t make me get in a long-term relationship. I would have scuffed at the
people who wanted to get married. Now,
I’m about to ask Chels to marry me. I
love her, man. All the movies and books
and stuff about love, man, that is bullshit.
No relationship is perfect.
You’ll always have something to disagree and argue about, but at the end
of the day. What matters is that you
love the other person enough that the disagreements don’t matter and maybe it’s
even better that way…that, you know, you love them despite all of that.
flips one of them over)
to look at the painting)
canvases over, lining them up around the table.
He walks around the table, looking at each canvas intently.)
actually made something. (Puts his arm around Aiden’s shoulders)
Man, you made something.
I mean…is it too late to show her?
these paintings on the walls. (Begins to talk faster as his excitement gets
him ahead of himself) And this
one can go….here…and that one… could go…
Do you really think she’ll like it? Do
you think she’ll get it?
(Stops moving around the room,
turns around and looks at the paintings again) Wow…(marveling at the paintings)
walking around with tool belts and hammers in hand. The sound of hammers is heard. The light grows
brighter and Mark and Aiden are seen on stage hanging canvases on the walls.)
the wall and turns around to see if
the canvas Mark is putting up is straight, walks over to Mark and helps him put
the last canvas on the wall)
it. Everything needs to be perfect.
You’ve been saying that all morning. I’m
pretty sure your neighbors got the memo too.
I’m annoying. But I just…
How’s the morning run going?
moment of panic sets in to his voice)
place. Then they’re going to shower up
and head over.
better. (Turns his back to Mark)
(Rests on the couch) Man, I haven’t worked that much since…since…(struggles to remember)…that last
exhibition at the fifth street gallery.
I can’t believe that was three months ago already.
It’s just past nine.
looks down at his wrinkled t-shirt and stained jeans) I have to change…(Walks out of the living room, while taking
his shirt off, then goes in to the bedroom, walks back out of the bedroom a few
moments later with a clean shirt on backwards)
shirt off and puts it back on correctly)
at the- but that seems kind of stupid, doesn’t it? So, maybe I should say something…but what do
a bit. Then let her know how you
feel. It’s easy.
maybe, a little easier for me than you.
But (looks down at his watch) we
still have a few minutes. Let’s
practice. I’ll pretend I’m May and you
be yourself, alright?
just coming in)
a falsetto tone)
take you seriously.
gesturing to all the canvases)
for her. I made them for her.
continue with the role-playing) May, I haven’t forgotten about you. I think about you all the time. It’s just that…It’s just…I…I have a hard time
trusting people, you know? I was afraid
that if I trusted you, then it would…be…(pauses)…unbearable
if you left. But I love you, May. (Walks closer to Mark, takes his hand) I
love you, May.
t-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. )
their awkwardly close positions)
and gives him a thumbs-up)
just…nothing…so, how much of that did you hear?
to say that I’m…
her by the hand) I made these for you (gesturing
to the paintings on the walls).
him. May faces the Audience.)
love you, too. I heard everything you
said to Mark. (Laughs) Aiden, that’s
all I’ve wanted to hear you say.
looking at each painting.)
you. May, I didn’t forget about your
shows. I went to every one of them.
opening night…and this…
to well up in her eyes)
to the bedroom door and grabs a canvas from behind the wall with a big bow
attached to it)
over to May)
this is our…
her hand over the edges of the frames)
it’s fixed now.
places her head on his shoulder.)
their heads toward the door. Aiden places the frame against the far wall and
walks back over to May, placing his arm around her. Marks head peeps in.)
slightly to the audience. But a smile
comes across both their faces, even as Mark’s head disappears behind the
door. They continue smiling and they
turn around to look at the “painting,” facing the audience. The lights fade out.)