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 💔 “OMG! Amber Receives Bad News About David — What She Heard Changed Everything😭

[Scene: A quiet café on a rainy afternoon. Amber sits by the window, nervously scrolling through her phone. Her friend Lily arrives, carrying two cups of coffee.]

Lily: Hey, Amber. You texted me like five times in all caps — “IT’S ABOUT DAVID.” What happened? You look pale.

Amber: (takes a shaky breath) Lily… I just got a call from David’s sister.

Lily: Oh no. What did she say?

Amber: (voice trembling) He was in a car accident last night. They said he’s in the hospital… but there’s more.

Lily: (eyes widen) Oh my God. Is he okay?

Amber: He’s alive, but… Lily, apparently he wasn’t alone in the car.

Lily: Wait — what? Who was with him?

Amber: (hesitates, tears welling up) Claire. His ex.

Lily: Claire?! The same Claire who swore she “moved abroad”? Are you serious?

Amber: I couldn’t believe it either. David’s sister said they were driving back from some restaurant… together.

Lily: (puts her cup down) So… all those late-night “work meetings” — he was with her?

Amber: (nods slowly) It all makes sense now. The distant texts. The cold tone. The canceled plans. He said he was tired — but he was lying.

Lily: Amber, I’m so sorry. That’s awful. But maybe — maybe it’s not what it looks like? Maybe they just bumped into each other?

Amber: (shakes head) The sister said they had dinner reservations. There are pictures, Lily. Someone saw them at the restaurant, holding hands.

Lily: (gasp) No… He wouldn’t—

Amber: He did. And now I don’t even know how to feel. I’m angry, but also terrified — what if he doesn’t wake up? What if I never get to tell him how much he hurt me?

Lily: (reaches across the table) You still love him, don’t you?

Amber: (sobs softly) I hate that I do. I’ve been replaying every moment in my head — the way he used to look at me, the promises he made. Were they all lies?

Lily: People make mistakes, Amber. But you don’t deserve to be a second choice.

Amber: (whispers) He told me I was his forever, Lily. Forever.

Lily: (quietly) Maybe his forever had an expiration date.

(They sit in silence for a moment as rain taps against the window.)

Amber: The nurse said he’s still unconscious. Part of me wants to go see him… but another part says I shouldn’t.

Lily: You don’t owe him anything. Not after this.

Amber: (looks down) But what if something happens and I never get closure?

Lily: Then write him a letter. Tell him everything — the anger, the heartbreak, the love. You can decide later whether to give it to him.

Amber: (nods slowly) Maybe I’ll do that. I just… can’t believe how everything changed in one phone call.

Lily: I know, honey. But maybe this is the moment you finally choose yourself over him.

Amber: (wipes tears) Maybe. For the first time… I think I need to.

(The camera pans out as Amber stares at the rain, her reflection blurring with the city lights outside — symbolizing both the pain of betrayal and the quiet strength of letting go.)

Amber: (steps back) David, you’re not making sense.

David: (leans closer, whispering) The brakes, Amber. Someone cut them.

Amber: (gasps) What—? Who would do that?

David: (grimly) I don’t know. But Claire said she overheard something at the company. She wanted to warn me. That’s why she was there.

Amber: (confused) So… you’re saying she saved you?

David: (nods weakly) Maybe. But before the crash, she kept saying, “They’re watching. Don’t trust anyone.” Then everything went black.

Amber: (voice trembling) David… this sounds insane. Who’s they?

David: (grabs her hand suddenly) I don’t know. But, Amber— (his grip tightens) if anything happens to me… there’s a file. In my apartment. Behind the painting. You have to find it.

Amber: (heart pounding) A file? What’s in it?

David: (barely audible) The truth… about what I’ve done. About who’s behind it all. Don’t let them find it first.

Amber: David, you’re scaring me.

David: (coughs violently, machines beep faster) Promise me, Amber. Promise you’ll get it before they do.

Amber: I—I promise.

(Doctors rush in as David’s monitors spike. Amber backs away, tears streaming down her face.)

Doctor: Miss, please wait outside!

(She stumbles out into the hallway, heart pounding, clutching the letter she never got to give him.)

Amber: (whispers to herself) The file… behind the painting.

(The camera follows her as she leaves the hospital, the rain pouring harder outside. A shadowy figure watches her from the end of the corridor — unseen, unmoving.)

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