[INT. HARRIET'S ROOM – NIGHT]
The storm has long passed, but the silence it left behind is louder than thunder.
Harriet sits on the edge of her bed, dressed in black, her fingers curled tightly around an old, weathered envelope.
The name on the front:
Harriet.
In Fred's handwriting.
Tears blur her vision. Her chest aches — a wound too deep for stitches.
She opens it slowly. Inside is a letter, a photo of them laughing in secret one night on the rooftop, and something small — a silver ring engraved with two initials:
F.H.
Her hands tremble as she begins to read.
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[LETTER – VOICEOVER – FRED'S WORDS]
Harriet,
If you're reading this… then I wasn't strong enough to keep my promise. But I hope, just once, I was strong enough to save you.
I never believed in fate until that night in the rain — when you found me bleeding, half-dead, and you didn't run. You stayed. You saved me.
I never forgot.
You don't know this, but we met once before — long ago. I was just a boy. You were playing in the garden of that old house, chasing a red ribbon through cherry blossoms.
Your laugh... it stayed in my memory like a song I couldn't forget.
That house — your house — held secrets. And so did mine. Our fathers were once allies… until betrayal turned them into enemies. The vault beneath it? It was built to protect something bigger than either of us ever understood.
My father died trying to destroy it. Yours died trying to protect it. And me? I was raised to avenge. But you changed that.
You made me believe I could choose something different.
You made me feel human.
I should've told you sooner. I should've held your hand in every crowded room, kissed you in every rainstorm, and screamed to the world that I was in love with you.
But I stayed silent.
And now this silence is all I have left.
Live, Harriet. Live the life I couldn't.
Love the way I never had the courage to.
And if you ever feel the wind carry your name, or the rain brush your cheek, know that it's me — still watching, still loving you in the only way I can.
Till the end of every storm,
Fred
"The rain never forgets."
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[INT. CHURCH – FUNERAL – DAY]
A light drizzle falls outside the stained-glass windows.
Harriet stands among a small crowd, all dressed in black. Betta sobs quietly beside her, her hand tightly gripping Owen's.
The air feels like mourning itself — too heavy to breathe.
A single white lily rests on Fred's casket.
Harriet steps forward.
Her lips part — but no words come.
Just a sob.
Her knees buckle. Rufei catches her, his arms wrapping around her tightly, his own face streaked with tears.
HARRIET (whispers, broken) "He was never a monster…"
RUFEI (softly) "He died proving it."
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[EXT. GRAVEYARD – MOMENTS LATER]
The casket is lowered into the earth.
As the first shovel of dirt falls, Harriet kneels in the mud, rain washing over her, soaking her entirely.
She places Fred's letter inside a small bottle and buries it in the grave's soil.
HARRIET (tearful, whispering) "You said the rain never forgets…
Then let it remember us forever."
The sky cries with her.
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To be continued…