C''' ☠️Shayla Last Attempt Iman kicked Shayla out of her house and took his house back from her.😱 Full Skit Below 👇

☠️Shayla Last Attempt Iman kicked Shayla out of her house and took his house back from her.😱

Long Conversation: “Last Attempt”

[Scene: Outside Iman’s house. Shayla stands on the porch, holding a small suitcase. Iman has just slammed the door but opens it again when she knocks.]

Iman:
Shayla… what are you still doing here? I told you it’s over. You can’t stay here anymore.

Shayla:
Iman, please—can we just talk? You threw me out without even letting me explain.

Iman:
Explain what? You disappeared for two days, ignored my messages, and then walk back in like nothing happened. I’m not doing that anymore.

Shayla:
I wasn’t ignoring you… I needed time. Everything was getting too heavy, and I didn’t want to fight again.

Iman:
So you vanish? And then expect me to hand “your” key back? No. This house is mine, Shayla. You know that.

Shayla:
I never said it wasn’t! But you didn’t have to drag my stuff to the porch like I’m some stranger.

Iman:
You were acting like one.

Shayla:
That’s not fair.

Iman:
Fair? Shayla, I begged you to communicate. I begged you to stop shutting me out. This was the last attempt. The LAST one. And you still walked away.

Shayla:
Because I was overwhelmed! I’m not perfect, Iman.

Iman:
I don’t need perfect. I need present.

Shayla:
…Can I come inside? Just for a minute? It’s cold out here.

Iman:
Inside for what? To start the same cycle again? Shayla, I don’t want to lose myself trying to hold onto you.

Shayla:
So that’s it… You’re done?

Iman:
I’m tired. I’m really tired. And every time I try to meet you halfway, you walk the opposite direction.

Shayla:
I know. I messed up. But you’re acting like you’re some saint. You shut down too! You act like your feelings don’t exist unless mine hurt you first.

Iman:
At least I talk about mine. You go silent like I’m the enemy.

Shayla:
I’m trying, Iman. I’m trying right now. Isn’t that worth anything?

Iman:
It was worth something the first ten times. But this… this is your last attempt, Shayla. And it came too late.

[Shayla’s eyes fill with tears. She sets her suitcase down.]

Shayla:
So what now? I walk away and you pretend I never lived here? Pretend we didn’t build anything?

Iman:
I’m not pretending. I’m accepting. There’s a difference.

Shayla:
I don’t want to accept it.

Iman:
You don’t have to. But I do. Because if I don’t, I’ll keep waiting for you to change into someone who talks to me before running.

Shayla:
I can change.

Iman:
You should. For you. Not for me. Not for this house. Not for us.

Shayla:
So this is really goodbye?

Iman:
Yeah. It is.

[They stand in silence. Shayla wipes her face, picks up her suitcase.]

Shayla:
…If you ever decide you want to hear my side—really hear it—call me.

Iman:
Take care of yourself, Shayla.

[Iman steps back into the house and closes the door. Shayla stares for a moment, then walks away slowly.]

Shayla:
Because I’m scared! I never learned how to stay when things get hard.

Iman:
And I can’t be the lesson you learn by hurting me.

Shayla:
I know… I know. But just once, can you hear me without shutting the door?

Iman:
I’m listening.

[Shayla takes a deep breath, shaking.]

Shayla:
I didn’t disappear because I don’t love you. I disappeared because I do. And the thought of losing you scares me so much that sometimes I run before you get the chance to push me away.

Iman:
Shayla… I wasn’t trying to push you away.

Shayla:
But you did. When you kicked me out, it felt like you were choosing everything else over me. Like I was just… replaceable.

Iman:
You’re not replaceable. That’s why this hurts so much. I kept giving you chances. And every time, it felt like you gave up first.

Shayla:
I know. And I’m sorry. I’m not asking for you to take me back. I’m asking for closure. Real closure. Not a slammed door.

Iman:
…Okay. Come inside for five minutes. We can talk. But I’m not promising anything beyond that.

Shayla:
Five minutes is enough.

[They walk inside. Shayla looks around the familiar space, feeling the weight of everything they shared.]

Iman:
So… what now?

Shayla:
Now? I tell you the truth…
I didn’t come back to save the relationship.
I came back to save me. Because if I leave without saying everything, I’m going to break in a way I can’t fix.

Iman:
And I needed to hear that. More than you know.

Shayla:
So maybe we’re not meant to be right now… but don’t close the possibility forever.

Iman:
I’m not. But we both need to grow separately before we ever try again.

Shayla:
Then… goodbye. For real this time.

Iman:
Goodbye, Shayla.

[She walks out again. This time slower, calmer, stronger. The door closes quietly behind her.]