Love: But you said you’d never try to find out who I am.
Zac: I know what I said.
Love: THAT’S IT? You’re just going to break the pact? Find out who I am against my will?
She’s right, Xav.
This isn’t how it should be.
You can’t take what she won’t give you.
Zac: I didn’t mean that. I’m just sick of this shit. This has to end.
Love: What? We can talk this out, Z. Nothing has to change.
Zac: Things did change.
Love: What? What’s changed that’s SO important you’d throw it all away?
Zac: What changed is I fucking like you.
Radio silence.
Zac:I know it’s crazy. I know we agreed this would never be more, but I want to know you. Talk to you. I want all of you, L…
Zac:All or nothing.
The delay in her response reflects her shock.
Love: Z…
Zac: Tell me you don’t feel it, too. I fucking dare you.
Love: I do. I feel everything.
Zac: Then what are you so afraid of?
I see her start to type a novel before erasing the whole thing. She repeats the process a few times, and it doesn’t take a Nobel Prize to understand she’s terrified to come clean. Five minutes later, the notification comes through.
Love: I can’t, I’m sorry.
Love:You can’t ever try to find out who I am, Z. Ever. It’s bigger than us now.
This is it.
Last stop on the pen pal train.
End. Of. The. Fucking. Line.
Zac: I won’t look for you, I promise.
Zac:But you can’t text me anymore.
She doesn’t waste a single second.
Love: What? Don’t say that. Please.
Love:Zac, you’re my best friend.