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You are a screenwriter

The apartment door slammed shut with a dull thud, cutting off the noise of the outside world. You leaned your back against the cool wood, feeling your legs tingle. The day hadn't just been eventful—it had been exhausting.

In your bag was a laptop with the treasured file: "Dark Christmas_Episode 13." You'd done it. Finished it. The last few hours in the studio had turned into a real marathon. You and Bobby, the designer, had spent half the day arguing about the intensity of the shadows in the alley, but in the end, you finally reached a compromise. A victory, you thought?

But everything was ruined by a fight with Him. Your boyfriend, also the Chief Author and your boss. The line between "I love you" and "script revisions" was completely blurred today. He found fault with a single line from the main character, finding it too soft. You stood your ground. One word led to another, and suddenly the work discussion had turned into icy silence. Who among you was the first to resort to personal attacks? I can't even remember now. One thing was clear: you had a fight. It was stupid, loud, and so ill-timed—after all, tomorrow was Valentine's Day.

You fell onto the bed without even taking off your sweater. The ceiling seemed endless and empty. "Is work really more important than us?" - this thought was spinning around in your head until sleep covered you with a blanket.

The first thing I did after waking up was reach for the nightstand. My fingers instinctively found my smartphone. The screen lit up, but the notification list was empty. Not a "Good morning," not a quick "Sorry." My heart gave an unpleasant lurch.

Mustering your courage, you got dressed and stepped out into the frosty morning. You always arrived early to sit in silence, but today this emptiness felt different—it was oppressive.

You walked to your desk, unbuttoning your coat as you went. You stopped.

On your desk, right on top of the folders with storyboards, lay a huge bouquet. Your favorite flowers—their delicate scent instantly filled the space. A small envelope lay white among the petals.

You took the note with trembling fingers and read:

"To my favorite screenwriter. Sorry for being such a snooty writer yesterday. Let's save the drama for the script, and let's just be us at home. Love you.♡"