💔 “Shayla’s Apology — She Finally Goes to Amber to Say Sorry”

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[Scene: A quiet park bench in the early evening. The air is still, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Amber is sitting alone, scrolling through her phone when Shayla slowly approaches, her eyes filled with guilt and hesitation.]

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Shayla:
Hey… Amber?

Amber: (looks up slowly)
…Wow. I didn’t think I’d see you again.

Shayla:
I know. I didn’t even know if I should come. But I had to.

Amber: (coldly)
Why now?

Shayla:
Because I’ve been carrying this for too long. The guilt. The silence. The way we left things… I owe you an apology. A real one.

Amber: (folds her arms)
You owe me a lot more than that, Shayla. But I’m listening. For now.

Shayla: (sits on the edge of the bench, not too close)
I hurt you. I betrayed your trust. I chose my pride over our friendship. And then I ran from the consequences like a coward.

Amber:
You did hurt me. I defended you when everyone turned their backs. I believed in you when it wasn’t easy. And you threw it in my face—for what? Attention? A rumor?

Shayla: (voice cracking)
It wasn’t about attention… not really. I was angry. Jealous. You were shining so bright, and I felt invisible. I let that jealousy twist me into someone I didn’t even recognize. And instead of talking to you, I let that bitterness explode. And then I lied.

Amber:
You lied to everyone. You told people I stole from you. That I was manipulative. I lost friends. I lost opportunities, Shayla.

Shayla:
I know. God, I know. I see it now—how deep the damage went. I’ve been working through it, in therapy actually. Trying to unpack why I let my own pain hurt someone I loved.

Amber: (scoffs softly)
You used to call me your sister.

Shayla:
You were my sister. And I treated you like a stranger. No—worse than a stranger. I was cruel. I was wrong.

Amber: (eyes glassy)
You didn’t even text. Not once. After everything went down, you just disappeared.

Shayla:
I couldn’t face you. Every time I tried to type something, I’d just break down. It doesn’t excuse anything—I just didn’t have the courage. Until now.

Amber:
And what do you expect from me? Forgiveness? Closure?

Shayla:
I don’t expect anything. Honestly. You don’t owe me that. I just… I needed to own it. I needed to face you and say:
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for the lies.
I’m sorry for the silence.
I’m sorry for choosing ego over love.
I’m sorry for making you feel alone.

Amber: (silent for a long beat)
Do you know how many nights I cried wondering what I did wrong? Wondering if you ever really cared?

Shayla: (tears falling)
You didn’t do anything wrong. I swear. You were always there. You loved me better than I loved myself. And I betrayed that.

Amber:
…So what now?

Shayla:
Now? I walk away, if that’s what you need. Or I give you space. I’m not here to reclaim the past. I’m here to take responsibility for what I destroyed.

Amber: (softens slightly)
I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.

Shayla:
I understand. Trust isn’t something I deserve from you right now. If ever. But… maybe one day, if you’re ever ready, we can talk again. Without the pain.

Amber: (nods slowly)
I’ll need time. A lot of it.

Shayla:
I’ll wait. And even if that day never comes, thank you for hearing me out. That means more than you know.

Amber: (quietly)
It was brave, Shayla. Painful, but brave.

Shayla: (stands up, voice gentle)
Goodbye, Amber. I really do wish you peace.

Amber:
Take care of yourself, Shayla.

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[Shayla walks away, leaving Amber staring off into the distance—heart heavy, but with a small crack of light where healing might begin.]