EXT. GRAVEYARD -- DAWN
A long winding driveway, gravel, leads into a large cemetery. The sun hangs low on the horizon.
A car idles in front of the gates, a woman stands, leaning against the hood, smoke pluming from the exhaust, a chill breeze in the air.
WOMAN
SOFT. I'm nervous. It's just been so
long, y'know?
CUT TO -- A man, sitting in the driver's seat. He steps out of the car, shutting it off. He pockets the keys.
MAN
It'll be okay. We don't have
to go in.
WOMAN
No. No, it's okay.
I'll be okay.
She takes his hand. They enter the cemetery together.
EXT. GRAVEYARD -- DAWN
CUT to the woman, sitting cross legged on a bench. There are rows of graves surrounding her on all sides. The headstones are all blank, devoid of flowers or signs of human life, overgrown with weeds and grass. A willow tree looms in the distance.
The man stands, a few feet away, watching, hands in pockets. He looks thoughtful.
CUT TO -- The woman, Close shot
WOMAN
We were going to be buried
here, all of us. At least that's what we
thought. That we'd be here, one
day, all together, forever. Like
anything lasts forever.
MAN (off screen)
Would you go back? If you could?
A PAUSE
WOMAN
No.
I don't want to remember.
Not if I don't have to.
Things happened the way they
were supposed to, I believe that.
CUT TO -- The man, he looks apprehensive.
MAN
But if you loved them, wouldn't
you want to remember?
WOMAN
I guess. I don't know, part of me
feels dumb even coming back here,
showing you this place.
MAN
I'm glad you did. This is your
childhood. Cold and quiet as it is,
it's part of who you are, you
cant change it.
The woman looks down, seemingly
deep in thought while examining the grass beneath her feet.
The wind picks up
WOMAN
I just wish it wasn't so empty, so dead.
Like there was never life here at
all. I just wish people could see
what I saw, back when this
was all I knew.
MAN
There is still life here, there's
life in the memories you all still have,
No matter how long ago it
all seems.
WOMAN
What if they forget? I don't
want to be the only one, still sitting
here. Watching grass grow over
my most cherished days.
CUT TO -- A blank headstone, a rough gray marble slab slanting out of the earth.
WOMAN (off screen)
I have to forget. So I can be me again.
I have to say goodbye.
CUT TO -- The woman, now standing in front of the man. She holds out her hand, a rusted padlock key in her palm.
He grabs her other hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The woman closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and tosses the key, it flies several yards away, landing somewhere in the grass.
CUT TO -- WIDE SHOT - the man and woman walking back towards the gate of the cemetery, closing it behind them
CUT TO -- The padlock on the gate, being clicked together, locking the gate, likely, forever.
FADE TO BLACK.
I AM NOT A SCREENWRITER, ALSO, I WROTE THIS ON MOBILE FORGIVE ANY FORMATTING ISSUES.