Act 5, Scene 5 –
Her Fear
(Part 2)
Sarah stepped out of the lounge as Lian guided her toward the elevator.
Her eyes scanned the corridor—maybe searching for him.
She stepped inside, but not before one last glance back toward the
lounge…
The place still held his scent.
Two minutes later, they exited the tall skyscraper. Lian held the car door
open.
She slipped into the backseat, settling in quietly.
The velvet box lay beside her, soft against the cold leather. The scent in the
car—sandalwood and something darker—was him.
The leather seats were cool under her thighs.
Lian drove in silence, his eyes never meeting hers in the rearview mirror.
Sarah clutched the box tightly. The golden light of the sunset bled in
through the windows, casting fire across her lap.
The box pulsed.
A live thing.
A secret.
A grenade.
The car finally arrived at the mansion.
Sunlight danced off the black Maybach as she stepped out, walking toward
the grand entrance.
The maids bowed as she passed. The hallway echoed softly under her feet.
She entered her room. Locked the door.
Still holding the box.
She placed it on the bed beside her. Then quietly went to her wardrobe,
pulling out a mint green tee and loose black joggers.
She changed.
Washed her face.
Came back to the bed.
Sat on the lush, soft mattress and stared at the box like it might explode.
She traced the golden initials engraved on the lid with her thumb.
Her fingers trembled.
AND FINALLY ...
She opened it.
Inside was a locket.
Silver.
Delicate.
Cool against her skin.
She pried it open—and there it was.
Her.
Eighth grade.
The day of the assembly speech—the day he first saw her.
The photo was slightly creased.
Edges still crisp. Not worn. Not ruined. Kept safe. Treasured.
And beneath it… a note.
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Sarah
You asked why I brought you here.
Because four years ago, you stood there—smiling like the sun—
And I realized that all I wanted… was you.
I didn't know how to tell you this.
All I knew was that I couldn't let you go far away. Not until my last breath.
Still, I'll let you choose.
I'll let you leave.
Because that's what matters most.
I'll love you, even if you choose to walk away.
You are not unseen.
You should have known.
You are loved.
— A.K
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Tears rolled down her cheeks before she could stop them.
They fell onto the note. Onto the locket.
A choked sob ripped from her throat.
"I... I can't. I can't want this…"
But her fingers curled around the locket anyway.
Pressed it into her palm until the edges bit into her skin.
She couldn't love him.
(But she already did.)
Last time she had given someone her heart—Adrian—it had come back to her in pieces.
Fragments.
Silent devotion that meant nothing.
Love was currency. And boys like Adrian? Spent it carelessly.
But Andrew?
He kept her photo for four years.
Memorized how she took her tea.
Knelt on marble just to make her feel seen.
Her chest ached. Her throat tightened.
What if this time is different?
What if I get left alone again?
The locket shimmered in the moonlight.
Heavy with unspoken truths.
With a love she didn't know how to carry.
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Meanwhile, in his office, Andrew sat stiff in his chair.
The meeting was long over.
He stared at the live security feed.
Sarah. Crying.
The locket. Glinting.
His heart clenched.
He pushed back from his desk, ready to run to her.
Sam grabbed his wrist.
(Serious.)
"Let her choose."
Andrew stopped.
Clenched his fist.
Then slowly walked over to the plush couch and sank beside Sam.
Head back. Eyes closed. A long, broken sigh escaped his lips.
For the first time, he gave an order to one of his assistants.
"Whiskey."
Sam didn't stop him.
He knew the ache.
Knew that sometimes, love wasn't loud—it waited. It bled silently.
He sat beside Andrew.
Quiet.
Present.
And gently patted his shoulder.
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To Be Continued…
Will Sarah open her heart to the man who saw her when no one else did?
Can Andrew hold on without breaking the silence first?
Is this love… or just another beautifully disguised heartbreak?
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