Drama Scripts

The Woman Who Was Once Yours

[She writes one final letter to the man who was once her lover]

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Rose-Mary W. Marlie 
XX XXXXXX XXXX 
London, ENG XXXXX 

December 21, 1943 

John William Marlie 
X XXXX XXX
XXXXX XXXXX XXX 
XXXX, XX XXXX 

Dear Mr. Marlie, 

How are you? How have you been? I hope our years apart have been doing you fairly, and that you are thriving and still well. 

Lately I've been feeling a bit down, contradictory to the blooming world outside the small window of my bedroom. I do not mean to impose on this joyful season of rebirth, but you have been on my mind. 

I miss you, Mr. Marlie. Do you miss me too? I miss your touch, so gentle but firm. I miss your feather like kisses on my cheek, and the warmth of yours arms that used to embrace me. But what I miss most isn't your physicality, despite how your warm, honey-doe eyes used to make me feel like the world was complete. 

I miss your presence as a whole; I miss your soul. 

You see, my love, when you left for that crusade of yours with your friends, you took a bit of me with you. From the moment you came home with that big smile on your face and that filthy propaganda filled poster clutched tightly in your hand, a pin dropped in my stomach, and static began to whisper at my ears. I told you not to go, that it was a bad idea. 

You didn't listen to me. 

"Don't you see, Rose-Mary, the opportunities and fortunes that this enlistment will bring to our family? Riches," you used to say, "Wealth beyond imaginable!" 

It was tempting, I'll admit, seeing all the benefits that came with it, and for such a good cause too- but I had stood my ground, for something was amiss about those posters and advertisements, and from that, I knew that something awful was in store. 

I begged you endlessly not to go, at one point going down on my knees and sobbing at your feet. 

But as hardheaded and adamant as I was to make you stay, you were even more firm and resolved in your decision to go. So with a heavy heart, I walked you to the train station the day you were designated to leave to go to camp (where you would later receive training sufficient enough to allow you to appease your duties). 

With a kiss of farewell and the promise to write letters to one another, I was left on the train station platform feeling incomplete and so miserably alone. 

Oh, Mr. Marlie, why did you have to sign up for that god-awful campaign. I am sorry for my language, good sir, but are you insane? Or rather- were... I am not so sure anymore. 

I have been sending you letters for four years now, since 1939, always asking the same things- 

"Are you alright, my love?" 

"Are you well?" 

"How is it going, over there?" 

"Are you winning?" 

It's been four years, John Marlie. Four, damn years. You told me it would only be six months. Why did you lie to me, my love? Why did you get my hopes up? 

Four years I have been sending you letters in hope that you would receive them and finally answer me- in hope that you'd see them and remember the woman who you claimed to love.  

I hope so desperately that you miss me. 

With all this worry and doubt, I have all but ripped my hair out of its own roots. My mind wanders and leads me to the most ghastly of conclusions. In all honesty, I cannot bare this distress much longer, John. My heart cannot take any more of this damage. 

Oh I so desperately wish I could talk to you, John Marlie, and bathe in your presence once more. But I am afraid you are no longer with me on this planet, and that you are one with the Lord. 

So with this letter I make one final attempt to contact you, one final reach for your hand... 

Are you alright, my love? 

Are you well? 

How is the war going, are you winning? 

Do you have any stories to tell? 

Yours Lovingly, 

Rose-Mary W. Marlie
(the woman who was once yours) 

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Hey everyone! 

Sorry for not posting in a while, life has been hectic, to say the least. 

Anyways, this is a little blurb that I wrote on a whim recently. It's not exactly formatted as a script, but rather a letter (that the female lead is "writing" while she speaks). It's not exactly perfect, however, I decided to share it with you all anyway in hopes that someone out there might have the chance to preform and bring this to life (I haven't actually done so myself). If you do, please give me credit! That would be greatly appreciated. 

Feel free to leave constructive criticism for my writing, any and all is welcome and appreciated. Thank you! 

Hoped you enjoyed! 

-Zia  

Published: 2020/12/11