No Use Crying over Spilled Milk

(Scene opens on a bare stage. GIRL is sitting in a chair center stage.)

Girl: I miss you. NO, I really miss you. Not like those jerks that rode on the bus with you and thought you were best friends with them. WE were best friends.

God, that sounds selfish. I hate being pissed at someone who’s depressed about this too. Maybe they thought they knew you…but they DIDN’T. They didn’t know you the way I did! And really…the anger…it’s just an excuse. Just an excuse not to be sad. Not to grieve. But I miss seeing you’re smiling face and I miss your long, beautifully conditioned hair. I miss you drinking all my milk and I miss getting texts from you. Most of all…I miss us just hanging out; doing nothing…being normal teenagers. I wish I had gotten a chance to say good-bye.

(Boy enters)

Boy: There is no such thing as a real good-bye.

Girl: (jumps up) What?! What the fuck are you doing here?! YOU’RE DEAD. You died…you aren’t here. You aren’t here…you aren’t here…but I wish you were…I wish I wasn’t dreaming…

Boy: You said you wished you could say good-bye.

Girl: I do. But…but it’s pointless if I’m just dreaming it. I’ve imagined it a thousand times. Why is this any different?

Boy: Well…pretend that it’s different.

Girl: Well, if this is different can I tell you that you’re an idiot? Can I tell you that I hate you?! Can I tell you I want to punch you in the fucking face for what you did to all of us?!

Boy: Yeah…you can tell me that.

Girl: You’re an idiot! I hate you! I want to punch you in the fucking face for what you did!

Boy: I know.

Girl: No…no, no, no…no I don’t hate you. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I miss you so much. Can’t you at least tell me why? Can you tell me why you’re gone?

Boy: No.

Girl: Fuck you. I still think you’re an idiot.

Boy: (smiles) Do you still want to punch me in the face?

Girl: Kinda…

Boy: I thought you wanted to say good-bye.

Girl: And I thought you said there’s no such thing.

Boy: There isn’t. A thousand good-byes would never be enough to help. You’d still want one more.

Girl: But I didn’t get a thousand, I didn’t even get one! Why do you want to make this so difficult?!

Boy: You’re the one making it difficult! I thought, hey, here’s my friend…she wants a good-bye, I can do that, but no…now she wants to make meaningful conversation on life. I can’t do this forever, so say your good-bye. I’m all ears.

Girl: FINE. I wish I could have been there for you when you had needed it. I wish I would have told somebody about all your problems even though you would’ve hated me for it. I wish I had known you longer than I did. I wish I could’ve braided your hair just once. I wish we could’ve gone frog hunting just one last time. That we could’ve played Guitar Hero more…or that I didn’t yell at you that one time you dropped my gallon of milk on the kitchen floor. I wish I didn’t cry every time I thought about you, I wish…I wish…you were still here with me…with all of us. So good-bye. Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye times one thousand.

Boy: I wish a lot of things too…

Girl: I miss you…I love you. I keep thinking I’m going to see you in the hallways or that you’ll text me. Why won’t you just leave?!

Boy: I’m leaving.

Girl: GOOD! Leave! I’m so sick of crying about you!

Boy: I know. I’m sorry.

Girl: You always say you’re sorry.

Boy: I know…I’m sorry…

Girl: No, quit it! Just leave!

Boy: Ok…I love you, too, you know.

Girl: I know…

Boy: Good-bye…

(Boy exits)

Girl: (sits down) Bye…