INT. HER ROOM – NIGHT
Soft moonlight. A faint glowing symbol pulses on her wrist.
HER (V.O.)
I thought destiny would feel loud.
Like thunder.
Not like a quiet ache under my skin.
She touches the mark. It fades.
HER (aloud, whispering)
Why now?
Cut to—
INT. HIS ROOM – SAME NIGHT
He jolts awake. Same symbol—same place.
HIM
No. Not again.
He grips his wrist, breath unsteady.
HIM (V.O.)
They said it only appears once.
They lied.