Finally Shayla leave the apartment with Kai and moved to Angelina House😱.

Finally Shayla leave the apartment with Kai and moved to Angelina House😱.

Scene: The apartment. Morning light spills in. Boxes are scattered. Shayla zips the last suitcase. Kai stands by the door, keys in hand. The air feels heavy with a mix of relief, sadness, and anticipation.

Shayla:
(sighs, standing up and brushing off her hands)
That’s it. That’s everything.

Kai:
(looks around the empty apartment)
Hard to believe we’re really leaving. It feels… strange.

Shayla:
Strange is putting it lightly. It’s like—this place holds echoes of everything, good and bad. You ever notice how the walls still creak at 2 a.m.?

Kai:
I always thought it was the building settling. But maybe it was the memories refusing to leave.

Shayla:
(half-laughs)
Dramatic. But yeah, I get it. This place saw our worst fights and our best mornings. That one time I burned pancakes and set off the alarm?

Kai:
(smirks)
You mean every Sunday?

Shayla:
Okay, rude. But fair. Still… I don’t think I’ll miss the leaky faucet or the upstairs neighbor’s nightly tap-dancing.

Kai:
No kidding. But I’ll miss how we made it ours. The window seat where you used to read, the ridiculous orange rug, the way you’d hum when you did laundry.

Shayla:
You noticed that?

Kai:
Of course I did. I noticed everything. Even the way you looked at the door before deciding not to leave, again and again.

Shayla:
(quietly)
I almost left a dozen times. But I stayed because of you. Because I wanted to believe we could fix what was breaking.

Kai:
And maybe we did… just not the way we expected. Maybe moving to Angelina House is our fix.

Shayla:
A reset button.

Kai:
Yeah. Not a perfect one, but… cleaner. Healthier.

Shayla:
It’s quiet there. Peaceful. Like the world slows down.

Kai:
That’s what you need. What we need. I want that for us, Shayla. I want you to feel safe again.

Shayla:
(walks to the window, looks out one last time)
Do you think we’re running away?

Kai:
No. I think we’re choosing something better. There’s a difference.

Shayla:
You’re right. For the first time in a long time, I’m choosing me. And choosing us—on our terms.

Kai:
Let’s go, then. Before I start crying over this damn orange rug.

Shayla:
(laughs through a tear)
Don’t worry. I packed a piece of it. Sentimental fool.

Kai:
Guilty as charged.

[Cut to: Exterior – Shayla and Kai walk out of the apartment, Shayla locking the door behind her. They carry their things to a modest car. As the engine starts, the city seems quieter.]

Shayla:
Next stop: Angelina House.

Kai:
To beginnings, not just endings.

Shayla:
To peace.

(They drive away. The apartment building shrinks in the rearview mirror, while a soft morning light glows ahead.)