FLYING

C. Scott Ananian

April 8-9, 1998

Scene 1

DIANE:
I lived in Central America for two years. Did you know that?

Of course you didn't. I never said.

The stars were beautiful.

The original banana republic.

I met Josh there.

That's over now. I don't have to tell you that. You know.

I haven't seen the stars like that since.

You and I, we have the wind. With the wind in your face, you can conquer the world.

Remember that?

I'm sorry, I'm talking too much.

It's not alright. You came over to say something, right?

I mean, you said we had to talk.

It's not easy. I know.

We can talk about other things.

Do you know there's a rhythm to the traffic outside?

It never changes. Day and night.

I thought it would change at night, y'know?

I thought it would never change.

That's what you're here about, isn't it.

Stop it. Look at me.

I can't believe...

I love you.


I love you.


That's really, really frightening.

I mean...

I know what you're here for but

I love you.

[Tender.] Why can't you say it?

What's wrong?

I know how you feel. Stop it. It's not making this easier.

Can't we discuss this?

Like rational people.

Discuss?

Talk about it?

I can't change your mind, can I.

Will you tell me why? At least?

Can you?

I'll be quiet.

You can talk.

It's not that hard.

Don't kiss me.

I don't mean that.

Do it again?

Please.

Do you mean that?

It feels so...

Do you know what you're saying?

Why are you doing this?

Stop it.

No, don't.

Tell me you didn't mean any of it.

This is what matters, right?

This is what you mean.

Don't stop.

Please don't stop.

It's not fair.

Why are you doing this to me?

I love you!

No.

You're right.

I don't mean that.

I can't mean it. Not truely.

I feel it. But.

No, don't start that again. Not when I've got it figured out.

I can't love you. I've...

I've forgotten how.

Isn't that awful.

I

I just can't let down my guard.

I'm always afraid.

Afraid something like this would happen.

I guess it's just as well.

I guess I was right.

Don't look at me like that.

It doesn't matter, right?

It's over anyway.

Don't look at me like that.

I love you!

No I don't!

Stop it just stop it!

Look at me.

I'm not crying.

[Tears begin to stream down her face.]

That must mean it's all right.

I didn't care after all.

It's all right.

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CARE ABOUT YOU!

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT!

YOU RUINED IT!

Ruined all of it.

I had china picked out. Did you know that?

All picked out.

I almost put down a deposit.

FOR YOU!

IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO...

It never is supposed to...

That's the mystery.

I'm okay.

I'm okay now.

Don't look at me. It's easier if you...

You know what I loved most about you?

Loved. Love.

Your eyes.

Not just the fact they're the color of the ocean.

The pupils. You just go on and on.

I never knew what I saw in there.

Would see.

Black holes.

Don't look up.

The day we met.

It was the day we met. You know it was.

We went walking along the bay.

It was windy. It was always windy.

Your hair blew back from your forehead.

Mine blew into my eyes.

It was so unfair.

I fell in love with you there.

On the fishing pier by the cannery.

Do you remember?


You told me your dreams.

They were my dreams, too.

And you gave me a nickel.

A plain ordinary nickel.

To remember you by.

I've had no trouble remembering.

It will be hard to forget.

Maybe you should take your nickel back.

It's been in my pocket all this time.


Look.

The sunset.

I always put the nickel in the sun, so it can see.

It's been storing up the reds and purples.


It's yours.

You don't have to say it.

You're welcome.


I've been afraid this time would come.

It's not quite as frightening up close.


Sshhh.

It's okay.

I understand.

[She kisses him.]

This is goodbye.

[She leaves.]

Scene 2

DIANE:
I thought blue eyes would make you happy.

TOM:
Your eyes aren't blue.

DIANE:
They're contacts.

TOM:
Does everything have to be fake?

DIANE:
Nothing's fake.

TOM:
You are. You won't tell me how you feel, you hide your eyes with colors...

DIANE:
We share everything.

TOM:
You don't tell me anything.

DIANE:
What's gotten into you?

TOM:
I liked your eyes before.

DIANE:
Is that it?

TOM:
Yes.

DIANE:
I'll take out the contacts.

TOM:
No. Why does everything have to be a fight?

DIANE:
We never fight.

TOM:
You always win.

DIANE:
I said I'd take out the contacts!

TOM:
It doesn't even matter.

DIANE:
You said you didn't like them.

TOM:
It doesn't matter.

DIANE:
You don't like blue eyes.

TOM:
I'm not dating you for your looks.

[Pause.]

DIANE:
It's over, isn't it.

Scene 3

DIANE:
It's been a while.

TOM:
Yes, it has.

DIANE:
How have things been going?

TOM:
Fine. Is the grass still greener where you are?

DIANE:
The grass is always green around me, Tom.

TOM:
I was hoping that was still true.

DIANE:
Seen any good sunsets recently?

TOM:
Fewer than I ought. Academia keeps me busy.

Too busy, maybe.

DIANE:
So how long has it been?

TOM:
Since I saw a sunset? Only two days, actually.

Two days ago, I was standing ankle-deep in surf, watching the sun go down over the Pacific. Tasting the salt through my skin.

I always half expect the water to hiss and bubble as the sun touches it. Each time I sigh and think that the sun will boil the ocean away and that will be that.

Adds a certain suspense to the occasion.

DIANE:
Every sunset's your last, Tom.

TOM:
I'm not quite that bad. Each sunset is the last of its kind. Never again one just like it.

DIANE:
And that night in El Salvador?

TOM:
Gone.

I'll never forget the gold in your eyes.

DIANE:
I can't forget the seaweed in your hair!

TOM:
Is it still there?

DIANE:
[Amused.] No.

TOM:
I sometimes wonder if...

DIANE:
You'll find her someday.

TOM:
I hope.

Actually.

DIANE:
A prospect?

TOM:
It's been six years now, Diane.

Feels like forever.

DIANE:
Yeah.

TOM:
I'm starting to feel old. Can you believe it?

I wonder if...

Maybe I've been trying too hard. Or not hard enough.

If what I was looking for was in front of me the whole time.

I mean, I don't want to be alone forever.

Loneliness is no fun.

DIANE:
Don't I know it.

TOM:
So. I thought.

We've known each other a long time.

That's why I'll telling you all this.


So I thought.

It can't be right to trudge alone towards death.

Better to league together to stave off the dark.

I know you have--criteria. You've been waiting for...

So have I.

I'm not your perfect match. I know that.

I've always hoped the one I met would be like you.

Maybe...

Instead of mutual loneliness...

Am I so terrible an option?

DIANE:
No. No. It's just that...

TOM:
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

DIANE:
It's not that at all...

TOM:
Loneliness, it...

DIANE:
No, listen...

TOM:
You're such a good friend.

DIANE:
Tom. [Shows her hand.] I'm engaged.

Scene 4

TOM:
I'm here.

I don't want to wake you up. I know things have been rough.

You need your sleep.

I'm afraid I'm just going to complicate things anyway.

If Josh finds out...

But you called, and so I came.

My shoulder's always been yours to cry on.

I've been foolish enough during the time we've known each other.

Sometimes I thought you wanted more of me than my shoulder.

Sometimes I thought I was pretty special.

I can't believe I've kissed you.


I guess it's better like this, with you asleep.

I'm not sure I want you to know some of the things I have to say.

I'm glad it didn't work out with Josh.

That's a terrible thing, I'd never say that.

Still.

And you know what?

When I close my eyes, I still dream you love me.

You're not dreaming of me now, I know that.

I hope you've no dreams at all right now.

Lord knows you've been through enough.

You don't need dreams troubling you.

Especially my dreams.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

But how could I refuse when you asked me?

Crying.

I wish I could make the pain go away.

Take it myself.

I'm a good shoulder. That's my place.

I hope I can help.

Your parents were very kind.

They've always been kind to me.

They picked me up at the train station and drove me back here.

I couldn't afford a plane. I got here as fast as I could.

They told me you were up here. ``In her room,'' they said.

Showed me the door.

They care a lot for you.

This isn't your room, though, really, is it?

You didn't grow up here.

Did your bedroom before look like this?

I guess it's still home.

Your mom and dad gave me the guest room.

I told my boss I wasn't going to be back for a while.

I can always find a job around here if I need to.


You're beautiful.

I've always thought so.

And your face is so peaceful.

Now.

I'm afraid of the pain I'll see when you awake.

Or won't see, which will be worse.

You can't lock it away. You just have to put it behind you. Somehow.

I wonder if I'll know what to say. Have anything to say.

I never found my true love. Not yet, at least.

I'm still lonely.

Had my heart broken lots of times.

But not like you.

A kid, too.

What does it feel like to be a parent?

I'll probably never know.

Age slips up on you, you know.

I don't have a clue what I could say.

Nothing, I guess. Just be a shoulder. Support.

I'll be here as long as you need me.

I guess it's wrong to hope it will be a while.



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