The house is quiet.
Warm evening light filters through the curtains.
BROOKE sits on the couch, holding her phone tightly.
Her expression is hurt, angry, and disappointed.
She stares at Isaiah’s name on her screen.
For several seconds, she hesitates.
Then she presses CALL.
The phone rings.
Once.
Twice.
ISAIAH answers.
Brooke?
Brooke takes a slow breath.
Her voice is cold.
Isaiah, I need you to come over.
There is a pause.
Is everything okay?
Brooke looks away.
Her eyes fill with frustration.
No.
I need to talk to you face-to-face.
Okay. I’ll come.
The call ends.
Brooke lowers the phone.
She sits silently for a moment.
She looks around the room, trying to calm herself.
But the anger inside her keeps growing.
She stands and walks toward the window.
Outside, the evening sky is beginning to darken.
Brooke folds her arms.
She whispers to herself.
How could you do this to me?
A few minutes pass.
A car pulls up outside.
Brooke hears the sound.
She immediately turns toward the door.
ISAIAH steps out of the car.
He looks confused.
He walks toward the house and knocks.
Brooke doesn’t move at first.
The knock comes again.
She opens the door.
Isaiah looks at her.
He immediately notices her expression.
Brooke…
Brooke steps aside.
Come in.
Isaiah walks inside.
The door closes behind him.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
Isaiah looks nervous.
You sounded really serious on the phone.
Brooke stares at him.
You already know why I called you.
Isaiah shakes his head.
No, I don’t.
Brooke lets out a bitter laugh.
Really?
You don’t know?
Isaiah takes a step closer.
Brooke, just tell me what’s going on.
Brooke’s expression hardens.
Everything.
Everything you tried to hide from me.
Isaiah becomes silent.
What did you hear?
Brooke looks directly at him.
So it’s true.
Isaiah doesn’t answer.
That silence tells Brooke everything.
Her eyes narrow.
You really thought I would never find out?
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Brooke shakes her head.
That’s your answer?
You knew you were keeping things from me.
Isaiah tries to explain.
Brooke, please listen to me.
No.
You listen to me.
She points toward him, her voice shaking with anger.
I trusted you.
I believed everything you told me.
Isaiah looks down.
I never wanted to hurt you.
But you did.
Those words hang heavily in the room.
Brooke wipes away a tear before Isaiah can notice.
You made me believe I mattered to you.
You made me believe that everything between us was real.
It was real.
Then why did you lie?
Isaiah struggles to answer.
I was scared.
Scared?
Brooke shakes her head.
You were scared, so you decided to use me?
Isaiah steps forward.
That’s not what I was trying to do.
Brooke steps back.
Don’t come any closer.
Isaiah stops.
The room becomes completely silent.
Brooke looks at him with disappointment.
You knew exactly what I felt for you.
You knew how much I trusted you.
And you still made your choices.
Brooke, I’m sorry.
Brooke looks away.
Her hands tremble with anger.
Sorry doesn’t fix everything.
I know.
No, Isaiah.
I don’t think you do.
She turns back toward him.
Do you know what hurts the most?
Isaiah waits.
I defended you.
I stood beside you.
I believed in you when other people told me I shouldn’t.
Her voice breaks slightly.
And now I find out that you were keeping the truth from me.
Isaiah looks devastated.
I should have told you.
Yes.
You should have.
A long silence follows.
Isaiah takes a breath.
Can we fix this?
Brooke looks at him in disbelief.
Fix this?
She slowly shakes her head.
You don’t understand.
This isn’t just about one mistake.
It’s about trust.
And you broke mine.
Please, Brooke—
Brooke’s anger finally reaches its limit.
She reacts impulsively and strikes Isaiah once across the face.
Isaiah immediately steps back.
The room falls silent.
Brooke looks shaken by her own reaction.
She takes a breath and steadies herself.
Don’t ever make me feel like that again.
Isaiah says nothing.
Brooke points toward the door.
You betrayed me.
You used me.
And now you need to leave.
Brooke, I never wanted—
Enough!
Her voice echoes through the room.
Isaiah stops.
Brooke’s eyes are filled with tears, but her voice is firm.
You used me.
You betrayed me.
And I will never forget that.
Isaiah lowers his head.
I’m sorry.
Brooke looks away.
I don’t want your apology anymore.
She walks toward the door and opens it.
Cold evening air enters the room.
Get out.
Isaiah stands there for another moment.
He looks at Brooke, hoping she might change her mind.
She doesn’t.
Finally, he walks toward the door.
Before stepping outside, he turns around.
I really did care about you.
Brooke’s expression remains firm.
Maybe you did.
But you didn’t treat me like someone you cared about.
Isaiah has no answer.
He steps outside.
Brooke watches him walk away.
The door slowly closes.
Brooke leans against it.
Her anger fades into sadness.
She closes her eyes.
For a moment, she simply stands there.
Then she wipes her tears and straightens herself.
No more lies.
She walks back into the living room.
Her phone remains on the couch.
She picks it up.
Isaiah’s name is still on the screen.
Brooke stares at it for a few seconds.
Then she deletes the contact.
She places the phone down.
The room is quiet again.
But this time, Brooke feels different.
She knows the pain will not disappear immediately.
She knows she still has questions.
But she also knows one thing.
She has finally chosen herself.
Brooke walks toward the window.
The last light of evening disappears from the sky.
She takes a deep breath.
You are out of my life now, Isaiah.
She turns away from the window.