Rain continues to pour. FL runs through the muddy path, panting, heart racing.
Luna (fl)
FL (thinking): W-what was that?! He almost killed me!
His eyes… so sharp… so full of pain…
No, no… I shouldn’t go back. I should just leave…
She stops running, gripping her chest, trembling
Luna (fl)
FL (thinking): …But… he was bleeding. A lot.
What if… he really dies there?
Would I… have his death on my conscience?
[Thunder strikes, flashing the memory of his trembling, blood-covered body.]
FL (whispers to herself): He looked… broken. Not like a murderer… more like someone fighting for his life.
Scene shifts back under the tree: The man’s body is motionless, blood dripping into the wet soil
Lucas (Mafia don ml)
ML (weak, whispering): …Cold… can’t… move…
So this is it…
I guess… death is… peaceful…
[His eyes flutter, trying to stay awake. His hand grips the earth weakly.]
ML (thinking): That girl… she ran… smart choice…
But… her eyes…
They weren’t cruel. Just scared.
…Why do I… care?
Cut back to FL, standing frozen in the rain, conflicted
Luna (fl)
FL (thinking): If I walk away now… I’ll never forgive myself.
…He’s dangerous… but… maybe… he needs me.
She bites her lip, fists clenched, then turns back toward the tree
Luna (fl)
FL (determined, whispering): Just once… I’ll help. Then I’ll leave.
She runs back, her footsteps splashing in puddles. The storm rages louder.
Sometimes, destiny doesn’t wait for courage. It drags you into the storm.
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