INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING
A quiet living room glows with soft yellow light.
A packed suitcase sits beside the couch.
LARRY scrolls through his phone, checking flight details.
Across the room, BETHANY stands at the kitchen counter holding a glass of orange juice.
Her hands tremble.
She slowly opens a small bottle of sleeping medicine.
For a moment she hesitates… then pours it into the juice.
The liquid swirls as she stirs it.
Bethany exhales nervously.
BETHANY
You’ve been packing all day. You must be exhausted.
LARRY
(smiling tiredly)
Yeah… Miami flights are always early. I really don’t want to miss this one.
Bethany walks toward him and hands him the glass.
BETHANY
Here. Fresh juice. It’ll help you relax.
LARRY
Thanks, Bethany. You always take care of me.
Larry drinks.
Bethany watches closely… almost anxiously.
LARRY
Hmm… tastes good.
He takes another long sip.
He checks his phone again.
LARRY
My flight leaves in three hours. I should probably call a cab soon.
BETHANY
You still have time. Just… sit for a minute.
Larry nods and leans back.
Seconds pass.
Then—
Larry rubs his eyes.
LARRY
That’s weird…
BETHANY
What is?
LARRY
I suddenly feel… really sleepy.
Bethany forces a calm expression.
BETHANY
Maybe you’re just tired from packing.
Larry tries to stand.
His legs wobble.
Bethany quickly catches him.
LARRY
(confused)
Bethany… did you put something in the juice?
Silence fills the room.
Bethany freezes.
Her eyes fill with guilt.
BETHANY
(softly)
I… didn’t want you to go.
Larry struggles to stay awake.
LARRY
What are you talking about?
BETHANY
You were leaving… and I was scared you wouldn’t come back.
Larry shakes his head weakly.
LARRY
My flight… I can’t miss it.
BETHANY
It’s only a sleeping pill. Nothing dangerous.
Larry collapses slowly onto the couch.
His eyes grow heavy.
LARRY
You could’ve… just asked me to stay…
His voice fades.
Within seconds, he falls unconscious.
LATER
The room is silent.
The clock ticks loudly.
Bethany sits beside Larry, staring at him with regret.
Suddenly—
Larry’s phone lights up.
FLIGHT BOARDING NOW
Bethany slowly picks up the phone.
Her hands shake.
Tears form in her eyes.
BETHANY
(whispering)
What have I done…
She gently places a blanket over Larry.
Outside the window, the night sky grows darker.
Far away, a plane lifts into the sky.
The flight Larry was supposed to be on.
Bethany sits alone in the quiet room… realizing the choice she just made.