Fault

Scene: Boy is alone, sleeping. Suddenly he feels a draft, and wakes up, sitting up in bed. There is a girl sitting on the edge of his bed.

Girl: This time, it was your fault.

Boy: I’m sorry?

Girl: This time it was your fault.

Boy: What was my fault?

Girl: Usually it’s mine, but this time it was yours.

Boy: Who are you, why are you here?

Girl: Those would have been the right questions, but it’s too late now. Your fault.

Boy: Are you on drugs?

Girl: I was one of the times when it was my fault. This time, it was a missed chance.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: Next time, maybe it will work out.

Boy: Next time, what will work out? What’s my fault?

Girl: I’m sure you know.

Boy: I don’t even know who you are.

Girl: And therein lies the problem.

Boy: What are you even saying?

Girl: That it’s your fault. Not mine.

Boy: Yeah, got that. What do you mean?

Girl: I can’t break it down much more. This time-

Boy: It’s my fault. But what are you talking about?

Girl: A missed opportunity. It only comes once in a lifetime, you know.

Boy: Right, well, I’m sorry.

Girl: You aren’t.

Boy: Well, no, probably because you’re crazy, and you broke into my room, and I have no clue what you’re talking about.

Girl: I just wanted to tell you, that this time, it was you who was wrong. It’s usually my fault, but this time it’s yours. 
 Boy: What did I do?

Girl: You waited too long.

Boy: I don’t get it. What did I wait too long for?

Girl: I’m gone now. There’s no second chances this time.

Boy: And I suppose that your being gone is my fault?

Girl: No. You not acting when you were supposed to was your fault. Me being gone is just life acting like life.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: You think too much. You always have.

Boy: Oh yeah, and how do you know this? I don’t even know you.

Girl: We’ve known each other lifetimes.
Boy: What does that even mean?

Girl: Stop deflecting. You know I’m right.

Boy: Right about it being my fault?

Girl: No.

Boy: Right about what?

Girl: You always think too much.

Boy: Fine. Whatever. I guess that means it’s always my fault then.

Girl: No, most times it’s mine.

Boy: And those are the times you think too much?

Girl: No, those are the times I think too little.

Boy: I still don’t understand.

Girl: It’s ok, I can wait.

Boy: I thought you said there were no second chances.

Girl: There aren’t any second chances right now.

Boy: So what are you going to wait for.

Girl: The next time.

Boy: I don’t understand.

Girl: It’s ok, you don’t have to yet. I just wanted to let you know, that this time it was your fault.

Boy: What is my fault?

He turns to look, and the girl is gone. He shakes his head, lays back down, and falls asleep.