Zashery Looked Shayla in the Eyes — And Blamed Her for Everything Anthony’s Become 💔😱
Zashery Looked Shayla in the Eyes — And Blamed Her for Everything Anthony’s Become 💔😱
**INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY**
Sunlight pours through the blinds as *Zashery* and *Shayla* sit across from each other on a beige couch. A pillow separates them physically — but not emotionally. Tension crackles in the air like electricity.
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**ZASHERY**
(scoffs, folding arms)
So, you’re really gonna sit there like you didn’t ruin him?
**SHAYLA**
(blinking, surprised)
Excuse me? Ruin who?
**ZASHERY**
Anthony. Don’t act clueless, Shayla. You *know* exactly what I mean.
**SHAYLA**
(sits up, defensive)
Oh, we’re doing *this* now? Zash, he’s a grown man. Don’t put his mess on me.
**ZASHERY**
(shaking her head)
You changed him. He was never this cold, this… distant. Not until you got in his head. He used to be real. Loyal.
**SHAYLA**
(mocking laugh)
Loyal? You mean to you? Or to the multiple women he kept stringing along while claiming he was “figuring himself out”?
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Zashery’s face tightens. That cut deep — not because it was cruel, but because it was *true*.
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**ZASHERY**
(firmly)
He was figuring himself out because *you* kept playing that innocent act. One day you’re the ride-or-die, next day you’re ghosting him. And every time you left, he spiraled harder.
**SHAYLA**
(leaning in)
He spiraled because he never healed from you! Don’t blame me because he got tired of chasing validation. You broke him before I even showed up.
**ZASHERY**
(voice rising)
That’s a lie! He was healing. Until you fed him all those fantasies — about “starting fresh,” “being better.” And the moment he believed you… *poof*… you were gone again.
**SHAYLA**
You think I wanted to leave? You think I didn’t *try*? He kept running back to the past. To *you*. I was just the temporary bandage for a wound you gave him.
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A beat. The silence is deafening, thick with history and regret.
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**ZASHERY**
(lowering her voice)
You know what hurts the most? Watching him become a man I don’t even recognize… and knowing you helped him get there.
**SHAYLA**
(sincerely)
He became that man because he *chose* to. We both did things we regret. But don’t act like I held a gun to his head and told him to shut down. That’s on *him*.
**ZASHERY**
But you enabled it, Shayla! You kept giving him mixed signals. Pulling him in with your big talks, then walking away when it got real.
**SHAYLA**
(angrily)
Because he never *chose* me fully! He always had one foot back with you — and you know it. You *loved* being the fallback. You loved that he’d run to you when things with me got hard.
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Zashery looks stunned. She opens her mouth — then closes it. Shayla hit a nerve.
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**ZASHERY**
(quietly)
I never asked him to run back.
**SHAYLA**
No. But you never turned him away, either.
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The weight of those words hangs between them.
**ZASHERY**
(voice shaking)
I loved him, Shayla. Even at his worst. Even when he was halfway broken. You only loved the version you could “fix.”
**SHAYLA**
(firmly)
I didn’t want to fix him. I wanted him to see himself. To step up. To stop hiding behind his pain like a badge. But every time he got close to healing — you popped back up.
**ZASHERY**
(tears forming)
Because he called me. Because when you walked away, *I* was the one who picked up the pieces.
**SHAYLA**
And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you kept him broken just so he’d need you.
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*Silence.* This time, Zashery doesn’t deny it. Shayla sees the flicker in her eyes — a truth she never wanted to admit.
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**ZASHERY**
(whispering)
He was different with you. I hated that.
**SHAYLA**
He *was* different. But not always in a good way. He thought being with me meant burying his past — like that would make him whole. But you can’t outrun your ghosts, Zash. You gotta face them.
**ZASHERY**
And what if *we* were each other’s ghosts?
**SHAYLA**
Then maybe it’s time we stop haunting him.
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Both women sit in reflective silence.
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**ZASHERY**
You still love him?
**SHAYLA**
(after a beat)
Yeah. But love isn’t enough when someone doesn’t love themselves.
**ZASHERY**
(softly)
You’re right.
**SHAYLA**
Do you?
**ZASHERY**
Love him? Always. But now… I think I just miss the version of me I was when he believed in me.
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They exchange a long, honest look. For the first time, neither one is trying to win.
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**SHAYLA**
Maybe it’s not about what we did to him… but what we let him do to *us*.
**ZASHERY**
(realizing)
And what we did to each other.
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They nod. It’s not forgiveness. Not yet. But it’s a beginning.
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**SHAYLA**
I’m tired of blaming. I’m tired of the cycle.
**ZASHERY**
(sighing)
Then maybe it ends here.
**SHAYLA**
(softly smiling)
Let’s hope he figures himself out… without us needing to break first.
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**FADE OUT
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**\[END – 1003 Words]**
*This emotional showdown explores the pain, projection, and accountability in modern relationships — a battle not just for love, but for self-worth.*
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