When Tamara caught the Wayne with Lauren! Some romantic moments 😱
Tamara (freezes in the doorway, voice sharp):
…Wayne?
Wayne (turns, eyes widening):
Tamara—wait, this isn’t—
Lauren (instinctively steps back, then stops herself, chin lifting):
She deserves the truth, Wayne.
Tamara (laughs once, hollow):
Oh, this is rich. The two of you rehearsed lines too?
Wayne (runs a hand through his hair, clearly rattled):
It’s not what you think. We were just talking.
Tamara (eyes flicking between them, noticing how close they’re standing):
Funny. Because you don’t usually talk with your hand still hovering at someone’s waist.
(Wayne slowly drops his hand. The silence is loud.)
Lauren (soft but firm):
Tamara… I didn’t plan for you to find out like this.
Tamara:
Find out what, exactly? Go on. Say it.
Wayne (voice low, conflicted):
We tried to fight it.
Tamara (jaw tightens):
Fight what?
Lauren (meets Tamara’s eyes, vulnerable):
How it feels when we’re together.
(Tamara’s breath catches for half a second—just enough to show it hurt.)
Tamara:
So that’s it? One stolen moment and suddenly nothing else matters?
Wayne:
It wasn’t one moment. And it didn’t start the way you think.
Tamara (bitter smile):
It never does.
(Lauren takes a step forward, emotion breaking through.)
Lauren:
I tried to pull away. I swear I did. But every time he looked at me like I was… like I was home—
Tamara (cuts in, voice shaking):
Stop. Don’t romanticize this.
(Wayne turns to Tamara, eyes full of regret.)
Wayne:
I never meant to hurt you.
Tamara:
Yet here we are.
(Beat. Lauren starts to move away.)
Lauren:
I should go.
(Wayne instinctively reaches out.)
Wayne:
Lauren—wait.
(Tamara watches his hand grab Lauren’s fingers. The intimacy is unmistakable.)
Tamara (quiet, devastated):
You didn’t even hesitate.
(Wayne releases Lauren’s hand, realizing too late.)
Wayne:
Tamara… please.
Tamara (steps back, tears finally spilling):
I loved you when it was easy. I loved you when it was hard. And you chose this.
(Lauren’s voice breaks.)
Lauren:
I never wanted to be the reason you got hurt.
Tamara (looks at her, exhausted):
But you are.
(A long silence. The kind that changes everything.)
Wayne (barely audible):
What do you want me to do?
Tamara (after a pause, steadier now):
Live with the choice you already made.
(She turns and walks away. The door closes softly—but the impact is brutal.)
(Lauren exhales shakily.)
Lauren:
You should go after her.
Wayne (eyes fixed on the door):
If I do… I lose you.
(Lauren steps closer, resting her forehead against his chest.)
Lauren:
And if you don’t… you’ll always wonder what we could’ve been.
(Wayne closes his eyes, torn, as his arms slowly wrap around her—romantic, tragic, and completely messy.)
(Night. Rain tapping against the windows. Wayne stands alone in the living room, phone in hand. Dozens of missed calls. One unread message.)
Wayne (whispers to himself):
Please… just answer.
(Cut to Tamara. She’s sitting on her bed, phone face down beside her. Tears dry now. Decision made.)
(Back to Wayne. A knock at the door. He rushes to open it—)
Wayne (hope flaring):
Tamara—
(It’s Lauren.)
Lauren (soft, resolved):
She’s not coming.
(Wayne exhales, crushed.)
Wayne:
I need to fix this.
Lauren:
You can’t fix what’s already changed.
(She steps inside, rain-soaked, vulnerable.)
Lauren:
I didn’t come to compete with her. I came to end this the right way.
(Wayne looks at her, confused.)
Wayne:
End… this?
Lauren (nods):
You love her.
And I love you enough not to be the reason you lose yourself.
(Wayne’s voice breaks.)
Wayne:
Lauren, don’t do this.
Lauren:
Someone has to be brave.
(She reaches up, cups his face, presses a slow, tender kiss to his lips. Not desperate. Not rushed. A goodbye.)
Lauren (whispers):
In another life… we would’ve been everything.
(She pulls away before he can stop her and walks out into the rain.)
(Wayne collapses onto the couch, head in his hands.)
(Morning. Sunlight. Tamara stands at the train platform, suitcase beside her. Wayne runs toward her, breathless.)
Wayne:
Tamara!
(She turns. Calm. Guarded.)
Tamara:
You shouldn’t be here.
Wayne (steady, honest):
I’m not here to ask you to forget.
I’m here to tell you I choose you—every day—if you’ll let me.
(Tamara studies him, searching for the lie.)
Tamara:
And when it gets hard again?
Wayne:
Then I fight with you. Not behind you.
(A long pause. The train approaches.)
Tamara (quiet):
I don’t forgive you yet.
(Wayne nods, accepting.)
(Final shot: Lauren in a different city, unpacking boxes. She pauses, breathes, and smiles faintly.)
Lauren (to herself):
Some loves aren’t meant to last…
They’re meant to change you.
FADE OUT.
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