Ella: Watch your mouth!
Rey: Oh my god — tell me everything! What happened next?
(Ella sighs and explains the whole story while still trying to untangle the watch.)
Rey: A top actor flirting with you? You're so lucky. I know you didn't realize it — thank me later!
Ella: I knew.
Rey: And you let him flirt with you? Wow, since when did my girl change? Last year of school, you gave a full one-page lecture to that guy who flirted with you — like a grandma!
Ella: Oh come on! At the end of the day, he's also a boy. Now I know — it's in their genes.
Rey: Ooo, someone's smart now.
Ella: Just shut up and help me with this!
Rey: Okay, okay. Come here. (grabs the watch and snaps a few strands of Ella's hair free)
(Ella stands speechless.)
Rey: As easy as that! Wow, this watch looks expensive. (inspects it)
Ella: How could you?! I'll kill you! (angry)
Rey: What did I do now—?
(She steps back as Ella walks toward her, fuming.)
Ella: How could you break my hair?!
Rey: Oh, shoot! I forgot your hair has that unhealthy growth! Sorry, Ella! Really sorry!
(Rey runs off as Ella chases her. Rey storms into her room and locks the door. Ella bangs on it.)
Ella: I'll break this door open, Rey! Come out now!
Rey: I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your unhealthy hair!
Ella: Stop calling them unhealthy!!!
Rey: I'm sorry!!
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INT. DAMIAN'S ROOM – NIGHT
(Damian sits on a chair with a notebook and pencil. On one page, he has a portrait of Ella; on another, he is sketching Anne. He pauses, tapping the pencil against his lips, blinking thoughtfully.)
DAMIAN
(thinking, softly clinking his tongue) Her eyes… yes, almond-shaped.
(He completes the sketch and looks at both portraits. He leans back slightly, frowning in concentration, lips pressed.)
DAMIAN
They both have somewhat similar faces… but she looks more Western. (points to Anne's sketch, eyes narrowing slightly) Like someone from America. And she… (points to Ella's sketch, softening his gaze) looks like an Asian princess.
(He clicks his tongue again, exhales slowly, and looks down at the sketches with a puzzled expression.)
DAMIAN
(muttering to himself, a hint of curiosity and unease in his voice) But… why do I feel they have some sort of connection?
(He taps the pencil lightly on the desk, staring at the sketches as if trying to find an answer in them.)
INT. DAMIAN'S ROOM – NIGHT
(Damian closes his notebook and places it carefully on the table. He walks over and plops onto his bed, letting out a quiet sigh.)
DAMIAN
If they have some connection… how can I find it? I don't even know if that girl is real or not.
(He sits up slightly and takes his medicine, then glances at the mirror, rubbing the area where his scar is starting to fade.)
DAMIAN
Ugh… my head hurts.
(He studies his reflection, his expression turning pensive.)
DAMIAN
No pain for a week… and now… (pauses, frowning at the mirror) it's fading.
(He exhales deeply, a hint of unhappiness lingering in his eyes.)
DAMIAN
It means I'm recovering… but why don't I feel happy?
(Silence fills the room as he stares at his reflection, lost in thought.)
(Ella—still with Anne's voice—tilts her head with an intense, unreadable gaze.)
ELLA (in Anne's voice)
What do you think, huh?
(Damian takes a few steps back. A faint, haunting tune begins to play as the landscape fades away. He jolts awake—his alarm blaring.)
DAMIAN
Are they… really connected? (confused)
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