INT. ELIE'S ROOM - NIGHT
The room is dimly lit, the glow from a computer screen casts soft shadows on the walls. She types slowly, pausing now and then, biting her lip in thought. The hum of the fan and distant city sounds fill the silence. On her screen, a blank word document is open. She starts typing.
ELIE (V.O.)
(softly, almost whispering)
Hi, Crush.
She hesitates, then smiles to herself before continuing.
ELIE (V.O.)
(cheerfully) Ang dami sigurong pinagawa sa iyo ng boss mo, no? I saw your post on Facebook—na-overtime ka na naman dahil kay Boss Ricky.
She chuckles quietly to herself, then types a little faster.
ELIE (V.O.)
Uy, kumain ka na ba? Baka hindi ka pa kumakain. Huwag kang magpapalipas ng gutom, okay? Health is wealth, 'di ba?
She shifts on the bed, her expression softening, almost motherly.
ELIE (V.O.)
Pag-uwi mo mamaya, kumain ka, ha? Tapos matulog ka na rin agad. Huwag mong sayangin ang oras sa kapapanood ng TV o kung ano mang series ang pinapanood mo. Baka pagalitan ka ni Boss Ricky bukas, kapag na late ka.
She rolls her eyes at the thought of "Boss Ricky," but her smile never fades.
She sighs softly, shifting her position on the bed.
ELIE (V.O.)
Daan kaya ako sa bay niyo minsan... What do you think? Kaso... baka simangutan mo lang ako.
Elie crosses her arms, pretending to be annoyed but her tone remains playful.
ELIE (V.O.)
Hmpf, nakakainis. Miss na miss na talaga kita. Nakakaasar at sa computer screen na lang kita nakikita ngayon.
ELIE (V.O.)
Your Secret Admirer,
Elie.
Elie hovers her finger over the "save" button.
BINABASA MO ANG
Love, Elie
Literatura FemininaA screenplay type story. From sweet confessions to laugh-out-loud moments, Elie's letters hold nothing back
