A couple stands in the doorway
She: Just go
He: I mean, I wanna, but it sucks
She: yeah, say goodbye then
He: I kinda wrote you a letter to that effect
She: yet you're still here.
She: go, exit.
He: You know I love you though
She: funny way to show it, isn't it?
He: I've really tossed and turned over this
She: yeah, that makes it all okay
She: go, exit
She: just move, get out, leave, turn and walk away
He: I'll still see you though
He: I mean, I'd like to be friends
She: you've got to be kidding
She: go, exit
He: When we got together it was sweet, it was natural, it was like coming home and to be honest I don't know when that changed, I just got restless and you know how I get, I just need a certain amount of me time, a bit of space, of air, of just being the way I am and it's not that you've limited that much but still, it's hard to shake an idea, this feeling of not being free, it just lingers in your brain until you can't stop thinking about it, it's all you can see, and you feel like you can't breathe, it's growing inside you and the heartbeat is quickening, at some point it's got to come out, it's got to burst out of you and when it does you feel immediately better but you quickly feel immediately worse as well, you're empty and this huge thing, this seed, it's out and you suddenly have all this responsibility for your feelings, for how you have treated people and it sucks. It sucks. It sucks so bad but you can't unsay things, can you, you can't just make it go away and at the end of the day this is what you wanted, what you've been obsessing over and then suddenly it's happening, it's happening for real and it doesn't matter if you regret the whole thing
She: no it doesn't
He: and it doesn't matter if you've made a huge mistake or if that voice that told you, go, run, you're stuck, you're limiting your potential, you're wasting your life, which is awful to say, but you know when you think something you're not exactly PC about it
She: no you're not
He: so you just have to go
She: go then
He: like, it has to happen now
She: yeah, I know, so just go then
She: go, exit
She: exit pursued by a bear, exit stage left, exit stage right, exit through the auditorium, exit to loud sound effects, exit on cue, exit to music, exit dancing, exit laughing, exit crying, exit quickly, exit slowly, exit abruptly, exit mid-sentence, exit at the beginning of a line, exit pursued by a nun, a bishop, a flock of geese, a group of children with swastikas, a whole nursery crying, a truck, all singing, all dancing Chippendale fucking strippers, I don't care, just go, exit
She realises he's gone.
Hi, this is a little experiment in writing, where I will write one short play (most of which will be awful) a day for the month of February. They're not polished, there are no rules, I just write them and post them. But I have to post one a day.