THE GHOST OF MARCUS REED

l[Scene opens with an isolated location—rain drizzling on a secluded cabin in the woods.]

Sophie Reed: (Looking at an old photo of Marcus) "If only you were still here, Marcus... Things would have been different."

Her voice cracks as she pours another glass of wine. The sound of raindrops against the window fills the silence.

Harris: (Entering the room quietly) "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

Sophie: (Wipes away a tear quickly, feigning strength) "No. I’ve moved on."

Harris:(Chuckles sarcastically) "Moved on? You’ve been living like a ghost, Sophie. It’s been five years."

Sophie:"Five years since I ruined everything, you mean."

Harris:"You didn’t ruin anything. You just made choices. We both did."

Sophie:(Bitterly) "Choices that led to his death."

She swirls the wine in her glass, eyes distant.

Harris:"He died a hero, Sophie. The world remembers him that way. You can't keep torturing yourself."

Sophie: "And what if I told you... I don’t think he’s dead?"

Harris freezes,

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