The Room Below (2026) Movie Script
- Valecroft.
- Mia, are you done?
We need you out here.
Yo, Stephanie.
All right, what is it this time?
All right. Okay, Mia,
you've got to work till close.
- I can't.
- Oh, you think you get a free pass, huh?
Hey, Stephanie, don't come in on Saturday.
[car honks]
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
Yes.
I was just on my way.
[heart monitor flatlines]
- Ax?
Hey, Axie?
It's mommy.
He's not there.
[music]
[door closes]
[crumbling sound]
[music]
Together
Forever
All the good times we shared
Together
I thought you'd always be there
Forever
Now you changed, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
Tell me, baby, should I keep holding on?
Keep holding on
It's hurting deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared
Together
I thought you'd always be there
Forever
- And the little cowboy had made
a friend of the lonely bull.
Together they lived under the lemon tree.
Only the shimmering stars
could measure their adventures to come.
[applause]
- Mia, listen, you need another hit.
Reading from old books
just doesn't cut it anymore.
You need to feel connected,
like before,
like when you pretend you were
writing in for Axel.
Mia?
- Ax?
Axel?
- Mia?
- Axel?
Axel?
I need to get good.
That's why I'm here,
but life makes it so hard.
I know I'm crazy.
The crazy one sees
her dead son 10 years later.
I wanted it to be real.
I know it's not.
Ax has so many different faces,
and I wasn't with him.
I wasn't present
when he was all alone.
I was weak,
and I abandoned him,
but now I would give everything
to be with him for his last breath.
I'm sorry.
[footsteps]
[door closes]
- Making a bit of a scene today, huh?
- Yes, I suppose I am.
I wasn't quite ready for that.
- I get it.
Congratulations, by the way.
- Thanks.
- Right across the street,
there's a place here
that it does terrible, terrible coffee.
Would you like to have a cup of coffee?
For the longest time,
after my son, Henry,
went missing,
I used to carry a picture
of him in my pocket.
Sometimes it felt holding onto something
was safer than letting it go,
but you have to let it go, Mia.
- That's all I have to do?
- Yes.
[chuckles]
- I've tried to let it go, really.
- Everybody feels
pain in their own way,
and they find their own way to survive it.
I'm going to give you my number,
you should ever want to talk
or have some more terrible coffee.
- Thanks.
- It's good to talk to you, Mia.
[dog pouting]
- Hey.
Who do you belong to, sweetie?
You want to come home with me?
Yes?
Come on.
Yes, come on.
[music]
- This will help you sleep
while I get you patched up,
okay?
[music]
- Get it.
Get it.
[birds chirping]
- Oh.
Here, boy.
Dog?
Dog?
God.
Shit.
Here, boy.
Ah.
Axel?
- I'm Simon.
- Of course, sorry.
You just reminded me of someone.
Mind if I sit?
- Sure.
[silence]
What is it?
- An oyster.
You can have it if you like.
It's fine.
I'm not really meant to eat them anyway.
- [chuckles]
Aren't you a strange little boy
to like oysters.
Where do you live?
- Down there.
- Would you mind
if I walk with you a while?
- Sure.
Is that your dog?
- Yes, I guess he is.
- What's his name?
- I'm not sure.
- You should call him Grandpa.
- Grandpa?
What a marvelous name.
- Where's your husband?
- Aren't you curious?
He left a long time ago.
- So did my mom.
Bye.
Will you walk your dog tomorrow?
- Yes.
- Will you have more oysters?
- Oysters?
Yes.
- Don't you be waiting by the gate.
Get your ass in here now.
Come inside, boy.
[music]
[door closes]
- Grandpa.
- You need to be straightened out.
I don't want you to be a loser like me.
I don't want you to be a loser like me.
[Simon screams]
[Grandpa barks]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- What's your name?
- Mia.
- Do you have any oysters?
- No, but I have some at home,
if you want.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Oh, this way.
- What do you do?
- I write books for kids.
Actually, I just started a new one.
What's wrong with your back?
- Nothing.
- It looks infected.
- Forget it.
- Is that why you're not in school?
- I'm fighting with my dad.
- It's okay.
It can be our secret.
[music]
- Why don't you go in there
and stay on the sofa?
I think you need to see a doctor.
- No.
- If you won't see one,
at least let me take a look at it.
- Are you a nurse?
- No, but I know a thing or two.
I got a few things around.
- Fine.
- Good.
Would you like something for the pain?
[music]
[Grandpa barks]
- Hi, sleepyhead.
- Hey.
- We got to get you home
so your dad doesn't worry.
Are you hungry?
- I better go.
- Of course.
I didn't expect you to fall asleep.
We'll have breakfast and leave together.
Come on.
[utensils clanking]
- I'm going to write a fairy tale,
especially for you.
- They're for kids.
- No. There's so much more.
I want you to know
the injuries on your back,
that's not okay.
No one should do that to you.
- It was my fault.
- No, it was not your fault.
Bring your plate to the kitchen.
- It looks so good on you, Axel.
- No.
- Please wear it.
- No, I hate it.
I hate you.
Where is Dad?
- Daddy left us.
- I miss him.
- Look, we're better
off just the two of us, okay?
Come on.
I just need some help
moving something downstairs.
It's too heavy for me.
- Fine.
- Then we'll get you home.
- I appreciate you helping me.
We'll be done in a minute.
Come on.
- Whose room is this?
[music]
- What do you want moved?
- The bed.
Could you shift it that way a bit?
Actually, Simon,
could you help me move the mirror?
- What is this?
Hey.
Let me out.
Hey.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Hey.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Let me out.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Let me out.
[Simon bangs on door]
- Let me out.
Hey.
[music]
Caught between now and a dream, curious
[?] only to feel [?]
There's a dark soul
hiding underneath your skin
There's a dark place hiding within
- Hey.
[music]
There's a dark soul
hiding underneath your skin.
- Is anyone there?
[music]
There's a dark place within.
There's a dark place within.
- Simon?
[Simon bangs on door]
- Let me out.
- I will, sweetheart.
I just need you to calm down
a little, okay?
- I am calm.
- Simon, I'm scared if I let you out,
you're going to hurt me.
- If?
- No, no, no.
I mean when.
Simon, I mean when.
When you calm down, I'll let you out.
- Please let me out.
- You're scaring me, Simon.
Please calm down so I can take you home.
- Fuck you.
- I'll come back
when you're ready to behave.
[phone rings]
- Hello?
- Hi, it's Mia from the support group.
- Is everything okay?
- Yes.
- Do you need to talk to someone?
- Maybe.
- Have you seen the boy again?
- John, I'm sorry.
I don't know why I called.
You were so kind,
and I think I did something really stupid.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I just thought...
I'm sorry I called.
- Hey, do you want
some more terrible coffee?
- Yes.
- How about after group?
- Great.
[music]
[police sirens]
- I know it's hard, Brad,
but please continue.
- I just feel like
I've been through all this before,
like I'm destined to just keep repeating
the same feelings...
[music]
- No.
Wake up.
Wake up.
[grunts]
[Grandpa growls]
- Oh, you've calmed down.
I'm sorry, Simon.
I made a mistake.
I don't know what to do.
You just look so similar to my Axel.
- So what?
[screams]
Help.
I'm in here.
Help.
- Hey, calm down.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Okay, sweetie.
Come on.
Come on.
Hey, there you go.
That's it.
That's it.
A little help would be nice.
- Shit.
Shit.
- Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
[screams]
[Simon sobs]
[music]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- May I join you?
- Sure.
[silence]
- I wanted to apologize for not showing up.
- That's fine.
- No, really, it's not.
- What happened?
- [sighs]
Work.
A lead.
I got caught up in it.
- You're a detective?
- You got me.
I'm working a missing kid.
- Who?
- He's a little boy.
He's hanging around here.
It's been on the news.
- Oh, I don't really watch the news.
- Oh, right.
I got a picture of him right here.
- I haven't seen him.
I don't really see anyone.
- I get it.
Is this your dog?
- Yes.
No,
I found him.
Do you know the owners?
- No,
I'm afraid not.
I don't.
- I've grown pretty fond of him.
- Oh, I bet.
If you feed it and you love it,
it's yours.
It's good to see you.
- Overcooked.
[music]
- I'm scared.
- It's okay, Axel.
I won't let anything happen to you.
- I want to go home.
- Honey, this is home.
- Please, Mom.
I don't want to be here.
Don't do this.
- I have to.
You're going to be just fine.
- Hey.
I made you some dinner.
- Can I go home?
- Yes.
- Tomorrow?
- No.
- The next day?
- No.
- The day after?
- You should try the food.
You can't leave yet.
I'm going to make you something.
A present.
A book.
- One week then.
[utensils crash]
- One week.
You can write your book in one week.
- Fine.
One week.
Seven days, but only if you're good.
You clean that up.
[door closes]
[utensils crash]
- Mommy.
[screams]
Mommy, help.
- All I'm saying is they could be related.
Yes, I know what they're saying,
but they told me
my son Henry was a runaway, too.
Remember?
Look,
please,
just tell me everything you can
about this kid Simon.
Just give me a fucking solid.
Okay.
Is that his dad's address?
Thank you.
- You know my dad's going
to come looking for me?
- Of course he is.
- You're going to be in so much trouble.
[music]
- Hello?
Is anyone in there?
It's Detective Peterson.
Anyone?
[creature growls]
- Shut up.
Shut up.
- I have to get out of here.
[music]
- Smells good.
I'm starving.
It's good.
- I used to make it for...
- Axel?
How's the book coming?
- I know what you're doing.
- Just trying to be nice, miss.
- Don't call me...
I'm onto you, buster.
- Four more days.
- Hey, John.
- Hey, Frank.
- Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
How's Mary?
- Better.
- You don't look too surprised to see me.
Was that you watching us
at the Coopers' house the other day?
- No, definitely not.
He told me to stay away
from all that police stuff.
You know me.
I listen.
If we're being honest,
I see your face every night.
I see your face more
than I see my little boy's.
That's the face of the man
who promised me that he'd find my son.
No.
You coming here,
that doesn't surprise me at all.
- Hey, I know what you're doing.
You remember what happened
last time a kid went missing?
This needs to stop.
Let the police handle it.
No more of this private investigator shit.
You're retired.
- I was discharged.
- You're lucky the charges were dropped.
- Hey, they tried to pull me
off my son's case.
- This kid is not going
to bring Henry back.
Simon was a delinquent.
His father was a drunk.
No wonder he ran off.
He's probably better off wherever he is.
He doesn't have to deal
with his father's suicide.
- Suicide?
- Poison.
Just look after Mary.
Okay?
- You know what, Frank?
I'm sorry.
You're doing the best you can.
I'll tell Mary you said hi.
Get the fuck off my porch.
[music]
- Changed your hair.
Guess what day it is.
- Simon, you've been a wonderful guest.
- Have you finished your book?
- Drink your milk.
Not quite.
I was hoping for one more day.
- No.
- Simon, I'm sorry, but your father's dead.
- You're a liar.
- I can take care of you.
I can cook for you.
We can be the best of friends,
and you'll have a little brother
to take care of.
- No.
- One more week,
baby.
Then...
then you'll want me to be your mother.
- Never.
[screams]
I hate you.
Shut up.
- Hello?
Hey, Mia.
It's John.
- One second.
- Hi.
- Hey.
You look different.
- Yes, I felt like a change.
It's a really bad time.
- Yes, I was just checking in on you.
- I'm fine.
- Actually,
I was handing out these.
- Who's that?
- That's actually my son,
Henry.
- Oh, he's beautiful.
I thought you were looking
for the missing boy?
- I am.
It's pathetic, but I was hoping
there was a connection.
- You're not really a detective, are you?
- Not anymore.
I do some consultancy work,
private investigation.
I like to keep busy.
- I'm sorry.
It's really not a good time.
- I didn't mean to bother you.
Good to see you.
- Mommy, help.
[screams]
- Hey, Mia.
Are you okay?
I'm just going to sit here for a moment,
okay?
All right.
- I don't know what's wrong with me.
I keep seeing him.
- If I'm being honest, Mia, I envy you.
I don't see Henry.
- I'm sorry I never asked you about him.
- I didn't handle it well.
I didn't want to believe it.
I made shit up.
I really made a mess of things.
I felt like someone had come in
and stolen everything away from me.
I just do things to keep busy.
That's why I go to the groups.
We are not the only people
in the world to go through this.
We're not alone.
You have to let it go, Mia.
- Let it go?
How can you say that when you're doing
the exact opposite?
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.
- It's fine.
- I think you should come
back to the group.
Just being there,
I think it can help.
- Maybe.
- Okay.
[music]
- Could I have juice instead?
- You don't want your lemonade?
- She's a liar.
[music]
[toilet flushes]
- If I offended you the other day,
I'm sorry.
- No. No, I was quite touched.
It's nice someone cares.
- All right.
I have a confession.
- Uh-oh.
- We've met before.
- I don't think so.
- No, really.
It was a few years back.
You were at one of your book signings.
I was with my son.
- What a beautiful mop of hair.
Though, I think it needs
a bit of taming, mister.
- Thank you.
Come on.
- I do remember.
He was a really sweet boy.
- Yes,
he was.
- Help.
Help.
Hello?
- When I lost Henry,
I didn't want to be in a world
that he wasn't part of.
Trying to find this missing kid,
it's got me triggered.
- Help.
- This town, this place.
We should get out for a day.
Drive to the coast,
visit a beach.
- The beach?
- Yes.
- Help.
Help.
I'm in here.
- I would love that.
- Really?
We'll do that.
- I need your help.
Help me.
- John, would you mind leaving?
All of a sudden, I don't feel so good.
- Sure.
Is there something I can do?
- I just need a little space.
[music]
[phone ringing]
- Hey, John.
It's Frank.
They've closed the case on Henry.
I'm sorry.
[rain pelting]
[atmospheric music]
- Is there anything
you'd like to talk about?
Fair enough.
- I want a proper shower.
- I always bring you water and soap.
- In the big bathroom.
- Do you think you deserve it?
Of course you can shower.
I want you to be happy here.
[birds chirping]
- You're growing so big.
I can't keep feeding you.
- She's so fucking crazy.
She sees things.
I can overpower her.
I'm stronger and she's pregnant.
I'll smash her.
I need to get upstairs first.
Make her trust me.
Then we attack.
[eerie music]
[metal clanks]
[scratching noises]
[atmospheric music]
- I've noticed a real improvement
in your behavior, Simon.
I've got a special present for you.
- You're so nice to me, Mom.
- You're such a good boy.
Sometimes I feel like I'm screaming,
I need help.
The walls are closing
in and I'm going under.
I feel like a fish that's drowning
and begging for someone
to catch me, to pull me out.
I know I do these things to myself,
but I realize
I can choose.
I can choose to let it mold me or not.
I have fantasies where characters
in my books come to life.
They talk to me
and sometimes I talk to them back.
I know it's not real,
but it helps me write, so why not?
I think my books
help me deal with things.
They're a way of holding onto my past.
- Yes, or a way of creating a new future.
- There are things I want to tell you,
but I'm afraid of what might happen.
- Don't worry.
I've got a lot of time.
[phone ringing]
- Mia, I'm starting to worry.
This isn't like you
and we still need to finish the book.
Please stop avoiding me and call me back,
okay?
[eerie music]
[growling]
[whip cracks]
- You're out of control.
Hey, you need to calm down.
[growling]
- Stop.
[banging]
[growling]
[eerie music]
[music]
- Simon, I've been thinking.
Would you like to have dinner
together tomorrow?
- Upstairs?
- To celebrate.
- Sounds great.
We'll have fun.
[eerie music]
[birds chirping]
- This is going to be
the most perfect night.
I'm so excited.
All right.
Okay, steps are right in front of you.
[door creaks]
[footsteps]
- Open your eyes.
Ta-da.
Take a seat.
- What's this?
- Have a look.
- Now?
- Of course, silly.
Should we have a glass of milk?
- No.
- Not even one glass?
What do you think?
- I love it.
- What's your favorite thing about it?
- I like the ending.
- Eat your food.
[growling]
- What's going on?
- Don't look at him, baby.
He's not real.
Stay away from him.
Okay, Simon, get downstairs.
You can't have him.
[growling]
He's not yours.
I'll feed you.
- Crazy, insane bitch.
[screaming]
[eerie music]
[thud]
[metal clanks]
[growling]
- Let's see, Mia.
You're lucky to be alive.
Not many people could survive that fall.
Shame about the pelvic trauma, though.
Seems you won't be having
any more children.
So much could have been avoided
if only you were just there for your son
when he needed you most.
[growling]
[banging]
[child laughing]
- Hey.
[eerie music]
- Wait.
[growling]
[birds chirping]
- What do you mean you just lost it?
You don't just lose a baby.
- Well, of course you do.
I thought you'd be quite familiar with it.
I am.
- This isn't some casual thing
you just toss aside.
Something's happened.
You need help, Mia.
- You're going to be the one to help me
when you can't even help yourself?
- You've completely lost
touch with reality.
- Miscarriages happen.
It's a part of life.
All I can say is,
I'm better than ever.
Now, please, stop with all this nonsense.
- I got to go.
- Okay.
Bye.
Wait.
Let's go see how he's doing.
Morning, Axel darling.
- You schizo.
I'm not Axel.
I never was.
- Now listen, baby, you hit
your head pretty hard.
You're probably suffering from amnesia.
- You're fucking crazy.
- No more of that language, mister.
Hey, stop that.
Oh, it's going to be okay, baby.
We've started the chemotherapy early,
and there's no way I'm going
to let it get you.
You got to hold in there.
Most of the time,
it's the chemo that kills the patient,
not the cancer.
I need you to be strong.
Don't worry.
I'll be with you every step of the way.
- [crying]
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Hey.
Hey.
Stop.
Stop.
- Now, let's dance.
[music]
- Stop.
[crying]
I can't stop the feeling
that I'll fly for you
Just give me a chance
I can't stop the feeling
that I'll fly for you
Just one more chance
For all the love that I can share
Just call my name and I'll be there
I can't stop feeling for you
I can't stop feeling.
[banging]
- Where are you?
Stop.
No.
Stop it.
Stop.
You can't.
[growling]
[music]
- Stay strong.
You need to be strong.
[knocking]
[phone ringing]
- Mia?
- Yes?
[knocking]
- Mia?
Get out here.
Mia, you've got to work the clothes.
[echoing]
Mia.
- Shame about the pelvic trauma, though.
- Wait.
- It means we won't
be having any more children.
- Mia.
[echoing]
- We need a print.
We need the books to do the printing.
[muffled speech]
- Mia.
[echoing]
- So much could have been avoided
if you were just there for your son
when he needed them most.
- You need to feel connected, like before.
Like when you were pretending
you were writing your tracks.
[echoing]
[muffled noises]
[knocking on door]
- Hey, Mia, are you okay?
- John?
- You've been in there a while.
[door creaks open]
- Hey.
- How long have you been there?
- What?
- Who let you into my house?
- You did.
I've been waiting.
To go to the beach?
- Oh, yes.
I must have forgotten.
I just need a few things.
- Mia.
- You know what?
I like what I'm wearing.
- Mia, what happened?
- Oh, I know.
I'll make a picnic.
- Mia, can we talk?
Hey,
Mia,
we're not going to go to the beach today.
- Don't be silly.
- This is what's going to happen.
I'm going to call
the counselor from the group.
She's going to come over,
and we're going to help you.
Okay?
- John, this will be ready in no time.
Axel can come,
and we'll have a marvelous day,
okay?
- Mia, Axel is...
Is there someone else in the house?
- No, just you and me.
Axel's at the hospital,
unless you see someone.
Do you see someone?
- Mia, the first time you called me,
you said that you'd done something.
What was that?
- You know, I can't seem to recall.
- You know what, Mia?
I just remembered I have a thing.
- What about the beach?
- Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
- Okay.
Tomorrow.
- I'll call you.
[music]
[dog barking]
- No.
No, no.
[growling]
- How could you?
[shuffling noises]
- It's okay.
Hey.
[shushing]
[growling]
[wheezing]
- It's okay.
I'm sorry.
- I know she knows something.
I'm doing this for you and Henry.
[music]
- I thought I'd return this for you.
Nice dress.
Where did you get it?
- It's a secret.
Did I let you into my house?
- No.
The door was open.
- Of course.
- We have to have a conversation.
- Well, let's have it in the dining room.
Sounds like a special occasion.
[music]
- Help.
- I owe you an apology,
and I'd like to help you.
Would you like that,
the way you helped me?
- This is all an act, right?
Why?
How did you know where Simon's dad lived?
- You're so investigative.
It's adorable.
- Did you know he was poisoned?
- That's a tragedy.
I'm sure he'll be dearly missed.
- Let me help you.
We can make this right.
- Make it right?
I want to, but how?
I want to tell you, but I'm scared.
Everything will change.
- I won't let anything happen to you.
- I forgot the lemonade.
- Mia, sit down.
- I'll be back
in two shakes of a rabbit's tail.
[footsteps]
[wheezing]
[coughing]
- What a marvelous surprise.
You're awake.
Simon's back is much better.
Tell me,
do you think if I look more like her,
he'll like me?
You're doing great.
There once was a little pirate.
His hair was fair.
[sobbing]
All he wanted was a mom.
- Just stop.
- I thought this is what you wanted.
- Just tell me everything you know
about the boy.
- Henry?
- What?
- See, didn't I tell you
that would feel so much better?
You look like a sophisticated pirate.
- Can I go now?
- One more thing.
- This burns.
- It's much better this way, Axe.
- Stop calling me that.
I'm Henry.
- I want you to tell me what's going on.
- You preach about being free,
but you're not.
You hold onto it for dear life.
You never let go, but that's okay.
If we can get through this,
we can get through anything,
together.
- Mia, please.
- Oh, sit down, please.
It's perfect right here.
We can be real together.
We can have a life.
We can raise him as our own.
Please.
- Hello?
- I don't think we can come back from this.
- Mia, is there someone down here?
Mia?
[tense music]
- Jesus.
Hey, Kid.
- Help.
Help me.
- I'm going to get you out of here.
[slashing]
[thud]
- Don't you move, you naughty,
naughty little boy.
[grunting]
- I can't save him.
Can I?
- Jesus.
I'm sorry.
- John, are you all right?
[saw whirring]
[eerie music]
- What am I going to do about you?
Sometimes a mother needs to clip
its baby's wings to keep it
from hurting itself.
It's okay.
Trust me, this'll be much better
for both the of us.
[saw whirring]
- Unless you want to be a good boy?
Good.
[heavy breathing]
[music]
- Hey, you.
You're almost there, baby boy.
Just got to hold in there.
One more treatment,
then we'll get some X-rays
to see if we got it all.
- Please, stop.
- You're so close, honey.
I'm not going to let it get you.
You've made it this far.
- You don't have to do this.
- Be strong.
Hey, remember,
you're a fighter, kiddo.
- Don't go.
Don't leave me.
[music]
- You're spineless.
Worthless coward.
[screaming]
[growling]
[thunder rambling]
[phone ringing]
- Mia, this book is amazing.
I love everything about it.
This is exactly what we need
for another hit.
Where did you find your inspiration?
[music]
- You always did like oysters.
[music]
All the good times we shared together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
Always thought we were meant to be
But now I can tell
that you were not so happy
I don't want to lose your love
Just give it one more chance
and we can find the answer
Now tell me, baby,
should I keep holding on?
It's burning deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
All the good times we shared together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change,
you don't care I'm scared of losing you
All the good times we shared together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you, forever
Always thought we were meant to be
But now I can tell
that you were not so happy
I don't want to lose your love
Just give it one more chance
and we can find an answer
Now tell me, baby,
should I keep holding on?
It's burning deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared, together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you, forever
All the good times we shared, together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you
- Mia, are you done?
We need you out here.
Yo, Stephanie.
All right, what is it this time?
All right. Okay, Mia,
you've got to work till close.
- I can't.
- Oh, you think you get a free pass, huh?
Hey, Stephanie, don't come in on Saturday.
[car honks]
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
Yes.
I was just on my way.
[heart monitor flatlines]
- Ax?
Hey, Axie?
It's mommy.
He's not there.
[music]
[door closes]
[crumbling sound]
[music]
Together
Forever
All the good times we shared
Together
I thought you'd always be there
Forever
Now you changed, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
Tell me, baby, should I keep holding on?
Keep holding on
It's hurting deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared
Together
I thought you'd always be there
Forever
- And the little cowboy had made
a friend of the lonely bull.
Together they lived under the lemon tree.
Only the shimmering stars
could measure their adventures to come.
[applause]
- Mia, listen, you need another hit.
Reading from old books
just doesn't cut it anymore.
You need to feel connected,
like before,
like when you pretend you were
writing in for Axel.
Mia?
- Ax?
Axel?
- Mia?
- Axel?
Axel?
I need to get good.
That's why I'm here,
but life makes it so hard.
I know I'm crazy.
The crazy one sees
her dead son 10 years later.
I wanted it to be real.
I know it's not.
Ax has so many different faces,
and I wasn't with him.
I wasn't present
when he was all alone.
I was weak,
and I abandoned him,
but now I would give everything
to be with him for his last breath.
I'm sorry.
[footsteps]
[door closes]
- Making a bit of a scene today, huh?
- Yes, I suppose I am.
I wasn't quite ready for that.
- I get it.
Congratulations, by the way.
- Thanks.
- Right across the street,
there's a place here
that it does terrible, terrible coffee.
Would you like to have a cup of coffee?
For the longest time,
after my son, Henry,
went missing,
I used to carry a picture
of him in my pocket.
Sometimes it felt holding onto something
was safer than letting it go,
but you have to let it go, Mia.
- That's all I have to do?
- Yes.
[chuckles]
- I've tried to let it go, really.
- Everybody feels
pain in their own way,
and they find their own way to survive it.
I'm going to give you my number,
you should ever want to talk
or have some more terrible coffee.
- Thanks.
- It's good to talk to you, Mia.
[dog pouting]
- Hey.
Who do you belong to, sweetie?
You want to come home with me?
Yes?
Come on.
Yes, come on.
[music]
- This will help you sleep
while I get you patched up,
okay?
[music]
- Get it.
Get it.
[birds chirping]
- Oh.
Here, boy.
Dog?
Dog?
God.
Shit.
Here, boy.
Ah.
Axel?
- I'm Simon.
- Of course, sorry.
You just reminded me of someone.
Mind if I sit?
- Sure.
[silence]
What is it?
- An oyster.
You can have it if you like.
It's fine.
I'm not really meant to eat them anyway.
- [chuckles]
Aren't you a strange little boy
to like oysters.
Where do you live?
- Down there.
- Would you mind
if I walk with you a while?
- Sure.
Is that your dog?
- Yes, I guess he is.
- What's his name?
- I'm not sure.
- You should call him Grandpa.
- Grandpa?
What a marvelous name.
- Where's your husband?
- Aren't you curious?
He left a long time ago.
- So did my mom.
Bye.
Will you walk your dog tomorrow?
- Yes.
- Will you have more oysters?
- Oysters?
Yes.
- Don't you be waiting by the gate.
Get your ass in here now.
Come inside, boy.
[music]
[door closes]
- Grandpa.
- You need to be straightened out.
I don't want you to be a loser like me.
I don't want you to be a loser like me.
[Simon screams]
[Grandpa barks]
- Hey.
- Hi.
- What's your name?
- Mia.
- Do you have any oysters?
- No, but I have some at home,
if you want.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Oh, this way.
- What do you do?
- I write books for kids.
Actually, I just started a new one.
What's wrong with your back?
- Nothing.
- It looks infected.
- Forget it.
- Is that why you're not in school?
- I'm fighting with my dad.
- It's okay.
It can be our secret.
[music]
- Why don't you go in there
and stay on the sofa?
I think you need to see a doctor.
- No.
- If you won't see one,
at least let me take a look at it.
- Are you a nurse?
- No, but I know a thing or two.
I got a few things around.
- Fine.
- Good.
Would you like something for the pain?
[music]
[Grandpa barks]
- Hi, sleepyhead.
- Hey.
- We got to get you home
so your dad doesn't worry.
Are you hungry?
- I better go.
- Of course.
I didn't expect you to fall asleep.
We'll have breakfast and leave together.
Come on.
[utensils clanking]
- I'm going to write a fairy tale,
especially for you.
- They're for kids.
- No. There's so much more.
I want you to know
the injuries on your back,
that's not okay.
No one should do that to you.
- It was my fault.
- No, it was not your fault.
Bring your plate to the kitchen.
- It looks so good on you, Axel.
- No.
- Please wear it.
- No, I hate it.
I hate you.
Where is Dad?
- Daddy left us.
- I miss him.
- Look, we're better
off just the two of us, okay?
Come on.
I just need some help
moving something downstairs.
It's too heavy for me.
- Fine.
- Then we'll get you home.
- I appreciate you helping me.
We'll be done in a minute.
Come on.
- Whose room is this?
[music]
- What do you want moved?
- The bed.
Could you shift it that way a bit?
Actually, Simon,
could you help me move the mirror?
- What is this?
Hey.
Let me out.
Hey.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Hey.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Let me out.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Let me out.
[Simon bangs on door]
- Let me out.
Hey.
[music]
Caught between now and a dream, curious
[?] only to feel [?]
There's a dark soul
hiding underneath your skin
There's a dark place hiding within
- Hey.
[music]
There's a dark soul
hiding underneath your skin.
- Is anyone there?
[music]
There's a dark place within.
There's a dark place within.
- Simon?
[Simon bangs on door]
- Let me out.
- I will, sweetheart.
I just need you to calm down
a little, okay?
- I am calm.
- Simon, I'm scared if I let you out,
you're going to hurt me.
- If?
- No, no, no.
I mean when.
Simon, I mean when.
When you calm down, I'll let you out.
- Please let me out.
- You're scaring me, Simon.
Please calm down so I can take you home.
- Fuck you.
- I'll come back
when you're ready to behave.
[phone rings]
- Hello?
- Hi, it's Mia from the support group.
- Is everything okay?
- Yes.
- Do you need to talk to someone?
- Maybe.
- Have you seen the boy again?
- John, I'm sorry.
I don't know why I called.
You were so kind,
and I think I did something really stupid.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I just thought...
I'm sorry I called.
- Hey, do you want
some more terrible coffee?
- Yes.
- How about after group?
- Great.
[music]
[police sirens]
- I know it's hard, Brad,
but please continue.
- I just feel like
I've been through all this before,
like I'm destined to just keep repeating
the same feelings...
[music]
- No.
Wake up.
Wake up.
[grunts]
[Grandpa growls]
- Oh, you've calmed down.
I'm sorry, Simon.
I made a mistake.
I don't know what to do.
You just look so similar to my Axel.
- So what?
[screams]
Help.
I'm in here.
Help.
- Hey, calm down.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Okay, sweetie.
Come on.
Come on.
Hey, there you go.
That's it.
That's it.
A little help would be nice.
- Shit.
Shit.
- Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
[screams]
[Simon sobs]
[music]
- Hey.
- Hey.
- May I join you?
- Sure.
[silence]
- I wanted to apologize for not showing up.
- That's fine.
- No, really, it's not.
- What happened?
- [sighs]
Work.
A lead.
I got caught up in it.
- You're a detective?
- You got me.
I'm working a missing kid.
- Who?
- He's a little boy.
He's hanging around here.
It's been on the news.
- Oh, I don't really watch the news.
- Oh, right.
I got a picture of him right here.
- I haven't seen him.
I don't really see anyone.
- I get it.
Is this your dog?
- Yes.
No,
I found him.
Do you know the owners?
- No,
I'm afraid not.
I don't.
- I've grown pretty fond of him.
- Oh, I bet.
If you feed it and you love it,
it's yours.
It's good to see you.
- Overcooked.
[music]
- I'm scared.
- It's okay, Axel.
I won't let anything happen to you.
- I want to go home.
- Honey, this is home.
- Please, Mom.
I don't want to be here.
Don't do this.
- I have to.
You're going to be just fine.
- Hey.
I made you some dinner.
- Can I go home?
- Yes.
- Tomorrow?
- No.
- The next day?
- No.
- The day after?
- You should try the food.
You can't leave yet.
I'm going to make you something.
A present.
A book.
- One week then.
[utensils crash]
- One week.
You can write your book in one week.
- Fine.
One week.
Seven days, but only if you're good.
You clean that up.
[door closes]
[utensils crash]
- Mommy.
[screams]
Mommy, help.
- All I'm saying is they could be related.
Yes, I know what they're saying,
but they told me
my son Henry was a runaway, too.
Remember?
Look,
please,
just tell me everything you can
about this kid Simon.
Just give me a fucking solid.
Okay.
Is that his dad's address?
Thank you.
- You know my dad's going
to come looking for me?
- Of course he is.
- You're going to be in so much trouble.
[music]
- Hello?
Is anyone in there?
It's Detective Peterson.
Anyone?
[creature growls]
- Shut up.
Shut up.
- I have to get out of here.
[music]
- Smells good.
I'm starving.
It's good.
- I used to make it for...
- Axel?
How's the book coming?
- I know what you're doing.
- Just trying to be nice, miss.
- Don't call me...
I'm onto you, buster.
- Four more days.
- Hey, John.
- Hey, Frank.
- Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
How's Mary?
- Better.
- You don't look too surprised to see me.
Was that you watching us
at the Coopers' house the other day?
- No, definitely not.
He told me to stay away
from all that police stuff.
You know me.
I listen.
If we're being honest,
I see your face every night.
I see your face more
than I see my little boy's.
That's the face of the man
who promised me that he'd find my son.
No.
You coming here,
that doesn't surprise me at all.
- Hey, I know what you're doing.
You remember what happened
last time a kid went missing?
This needs to stop.
Let the police handle it.
No more of this private investigator shit.
You're retired.
- I was discharged.
- You're lucky the charges were dropped.
- Hey, they tried to pull me
off my son's case.
- This kid is not going
to bring Henry back.
Simon was a delinquent.
His father was a drunk.
No wonder he ran off.
He's probably better off wherever he is.
He doesn't have to deal
with his father's suicide.
- Suicide?
- Poison.
Just look after Mary.
Okay?
- You know what, Frank?
I'm sorry.
You're doing the best you can.
I'll tell Mary you said hi.
Get the fuck off my porch.
[music]
- Changed your hair.
Guess what day it is.
- Simon, you've been a wonderful guest.
- Have you finished your book?
- Drink your milk.
Not quite.
I was hoping for one more day.
- No.
- Simon, I'm sorry, but your father's dead.
- You're a liar.
- I can take care of you.
I can cook for you.
We can be the best of friends,
and you'll have a little brother
to take care of.
- No.
- One more week,
baby.
Then...
then you'll want me to be your mother.
- Never.
[screams]
I hate you.
Shut up.
- Hello?
Hey, Mia.
It's John.
- One second.
- Hi.
- Hey.
You look different.
- Yes, I felt like a change.
It's a really bad time.
- Yes, I was just checking in on you.
- I'm fine.
- Actually,
I was handing out these.
- Who's that?
- That's actually my son,
Henry.
- Oh, he's beautiful.
I thought you were looking
for the missing boy?
- I am.
It's pathetic, but I was hoping
there was a connection.
- You're not really a detective, are you?
- Not anymore.
I do some consultancy work,
private investigation.
I like to keep busy.
- I'm sorry.
It's really not a good time.
- I didn't mean to bother you.
Good to see you.
- Mommy, help.
[screams]
- Hey, Mia.
Are you okay?
I'm just going to sit here for a moment,
okay?
All right.
- I don't know what's wrong with me.
I keep seeing him.
- If I'm being honest, Mia, I envy you.
I don't see Henry.
- I'm sorry I never asked you about him.
- I didn't handle it well.
I didn't want to believe it.
I made shit up.
I really made a mess of things.
I felt like someone had come in
and stolen everything away from me.
I just do things to keep busy.
That's why I go to the groups.
We are not the only people
in the world to go through this.
We're not alone.
You have to let it go, Mia.
- Let it go?
How can you say that when you're doing
the exact opposite?
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.
- It's fine.
- I think you should come
back to the group.
Just being there,
I think it can help.
- Maybe.
- Okay.
[music]
- Could I have juice instead?
- You don't want your lemonade?
- She's a liar.
[music]
[toilet flushes]
- If I offended you the other day,
I'm sorry.
- No. No, I was quite touched.
It's nice someone cares.
- All right.
I have a confession.
- Uh-oh.
- We've met before.
- I don't think so.
- No, really.
It was a few years back.
You were at one of your book signings.
I was with my son.
- What a beautiful mop of hair.
Though, I think it needs
a bit of taming, mister.
- Thank you.
Come on.
- I do remember.
He was a really sweet boy.
- Yes,
he was.
- Help.
Help.
Hello?
- When I lost Henry,
I didn't want to be in a world
that he wasn't part of.
Trying to find this missing kid,
it's got me triggered.
- Help.
- This town, this place.
We should get out for a day.
Drive to the coast,
visit a beach.
- The beach?
- Yes.
- Help.
Help.
I'm in here.
- I would love that.
- Really?
We'll do that.
- I need your help.
Help me.
- John, would you mind leaving?
All of a sudden, I don't feel so good.
- Sure.
Is there something I can do?
- I just need a little space.
[music]
[phone ringing]
- Hey, John.
It's Frank.
They've closed the case on Henry.
I'm sorry.
[rain pelting]
[atmospheric music]
- Is there anything
you'd like to talk about?
Fair enough.
- I want a proper shower.
- I always bring you water and soap.
- In the big bathroom.
- Do you think you deserve it?
Of course you can shower.
I want you to be happy here.
[birds chirping]
- You're growing so big.
I can't keep feeding you.
- She's so fucking crazy.
She sees things.
I can overpower her.
I'm stronger and she's pregnant.
I'll smash her.
I need to get upstairs first.
Make her trust me.
Then we attack.
[eerie music]
[metal clanks]
[scratching noises]
[atmospheric music]
- I've noticed a real improvement
in your behavior, Simon.
I've got a special present for you.
- You're so nice to me, Mom.
- You're such a good boy.
Sometimes I feel like I'm screaming,
I need help.
The walls are closing
in and I'm going under.
I feel like a fish that's drowning
and begging for someone
to catch me, to pull me out.
I know I do these things to myself,
but I realize
I can choose.
I can choose to let it mold me or not.
I have fantasies where characters
in my books come to life.
They talk to me
and sometimes I talk to them back.
I know it's not real,
but it helps me write, so why not?
I think my books
help me deal with things.
They're a way of holding onto my past.
- Yes, or a way of creating a new future.
- There are things I want to tell you,
but I'm afraid of what might happen.
- Don't worry.
I've got a lot of time.
[phone ringing]
- Mia, I'm starting to worry.
This isn't like you
and we still need to finish the book.
Please stop avoiding me and call me back,
okay?
[eerie music]
[growling]
[whip cracks]
- You're out of control.
Hey, you need to calm down.
[growling]
- Stop.
[banging]
[growling]
[eerie music]
[music]
- Simon, I've been thinking.
Would you like to have dinner
together tomorrow?
- Upstairs?
- To celebrate.
- Sounds great.
We'll have fun.
[eerie music]
[birds chirping]
- This is going to be
the most perfect night.
I'm so excited.
All right.
Okay, steps are right in front of you.
[door creaks]
[footsteps]
- Open your eyes.
Ta-da.
Take a seat.
- What's this?
- Have a look.
- Now?
- Of course, silly.
Should we have a glass of milk?
- No.
- Not even one glass?
What do you think?
- I love it.
- What's your favorite thing about it?
- I like the ending.
- Eat your food.
[growling]
- What's going on?
- Don't look at him, baby.
He's not real.
Stay away from him.
Okay, Simon, get downstairs.
You can't have him.
[growling]
He's not yours.
I'll feed you.
- Crazy, insane bitch.
[screaming]
[eerie music]
[thud]
[metal clanks]
[growling]
- Let's see, Mia.
You're lucky to be alive.
Not many people could survive that fall.
Shame about the pelvic trauma, though.
Seems you won't be having
any more children.
So much could have been avoided
if only you were just there for your son
when he needed you most.
[growling]
[banging]
[child laughing]
- Hey.
[eerie music]
- Wait.
[growling]
[birds chirping]
- What do you mean you just lost it?
You don't just lose a baby.
- Well, of course you do.
I thought you'd be quite familiar with it.
I am.
- This isn't some casual thing
you just toss aside.
Something's happened.
You need help, Mia.
- You're going to be the one to help me
when you can't even help yourself?
- You've completely lost
touch with reality.
- Miscarriages happen.
It's a part of life.
All I can say is,
I'm better than ever.
Now, please, stop with all this nonsense.
- I got to go.
- Okay.
Bye.
Wait.
Let's go see how he's doing.
Morning, Axel darling.
- You schizo.
I'm not Axel.
I never was.
- Now listen, baby, you hit
your head pretty hard.
You're probably suffering from amnesia.
- You're fucking crazy.
- No more of that language, mister.
Hey, stop that.
Oh, it's going to be okay, baby.
We've started the chemotherapy early,
and there's no way I'm going
to let it get you.
You got to hold in there.
Most of the time,
it's the chemo that kills the patient,
not the cancer.
I need you to be strong.
Don't worry.
I'll be with you every step of the way.
- [crying]
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Hey.
Hey.
Stop.
Stop.
- Now, let's dance.
[music]
- Stop.
[crying]
I can't stop the feeling
that I'll fly for you
Just give me a chance
I can't stop the feeling
that I'll fly for you
Just one more chance
For all the love that I can share
Just call my name and I'll be there
I can't stop feeling for you
I can't stop feeling.
[banging]
- Where are you?
Stop.
No.
Stop it.
Stop.
You can't.
[growling]
[music]
- Stay strong.
You need to be strong.
[knocking]
[phone ringing]
- Mia?
- Yes?
[knocking]
- Mia?
Get out here.
Mia, you've got to work the clothes.
[echoing]
Mia.
- Shame about the pelvic trauma, though.
- Wait.
- It means we won't
be having any more children.
- Mia.
[echoing]
- We need a print.
We need the books to do the printing.
[muffled speech]
- Mia.
[echoing]
- So much could have been avoided
if you were just there for your son
when he needed them most.
- You need to feel connected, like before.
Like when you were pretending
you were writing your tracks.
[echoing]
[muffled noises]
[knocking on door]
- Hey, Mia, are you okay?
- John?
- You've been in there a while.
[door creaks open]
- Hey.
- How long have you been there?
- What?
- Who let you into my house?
- You did.
I've been waiting.
To go to the beach?
- Oh, yes.
I must have forgotten.
I just need a few things.
- Mia.
- You know what?
I like what I'm wearing.
- Mia, what happened?
- Oh, I know.
I'll make a picnic.
- Mia, can we talk?
Hey,
Mia,
we're not going to go to the beach today.
- Don't be silly.
- This is what's going to happen.
I'm going to call
the counselor from the group.
She's going to come over,
and we're going to help you.
Okay?
- John, this will be ready in no time.
Axel can come,
and we'll have a marvelous day,
okay?
- Mia, Axel is...
Is there someone else in the house?
- No, just you and me.
Axel's at the hospital,
unless you see someone.
Do you see someone?
- Mia, the first time you called me,
you said that you'd done something.
What was that?
- You know, I can't seem to recall.
- You know what, Mia?
I just remembered I have a thing.
- What about the beach?
- Tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
- Okay.
Tomorrow.
- I'll call you.
[music]
[dog barking]
- No.
No, no.
[growling]
- How could you?
[shuffling noises]
- It's okay.
Hey.
[shushing]
[growling]
[wheezing]
- It's okay.
I'm sorry.
- I know she knows something.
I'm doing this for you and Henry.
[music]
- I thought I'd return this for you.
Nice dress.
Where did you get it?
- It's a secret.
Did I let you into my house?
- No.
The door was open.
- Of course.
- We have to have a conversation.
- Well, let's have it in the dining room.
Sounds like a special occasion.
[music]
- Help.
- I owe you an apology,
and I'd like to help you.
Would you like that,
the way you helped me?
- This is all an act, right?
Why?
How did you know where Simon's dad lived?
- You're so investigative.
It's adorable.
- Did you know he was poisoned?
- That's a tragedy.
I'm sure he'll be dearly missed.
- Let me help you.
We can make this right.
- Make it right?
I want to, but how?
I want to tell you, but I'm scared.
Everything will change.
- I won't let anything happen to you.
- I forgot the lemonade.
- Mia, sit down.
- I'll be back
in two shakes of a rabbit's tail.
[footsteps]
[wheezing]
[coughing]
- What a marvelous surprise.
You're awake.
Simon's back is much better.
Tell me,
do you think if I look more like her,
he'll like me?
You're doing great.
There once was a little pirate.
His hair was fair.
[sobbing]
All he wanted was a mom.
- Just stop.
- I thought this is what you wanted.
- Just tell me everything you know
about the boy.
- Henry?
- What?
- See, didn't I tell you
that would feel so much better?
You look like a sophisticated pirate.
- Can I go now?
- One more thing.
- This burns.
- It's much better this way, Axe.
- Stop calling me that.
I'm Henry.
- I want you to tell me what's going on.
- You preach about being free,
but you're not.
You hold onto it for dear life.
You never let go, but that's okay.
If we can get through this,
we can get through anything,
together.
- Mia, please.
- Oh, sit down, please.
It's perfect right here.
We can be real together.
We can have a life.
We can raise him as our own.
Please.
- Hello?
- I don't think we can come back from this.
- Mia, is there someone down here?
Mia?
[tense music]
- Jesus.
Hey, Kid.
- Help.
Help me.
- I'm going to get you out of here.
[slashing]
[thud]
- Don't you move, you naughty,
naughty little boy.
[grunting]
- I can't save him.
Can I?
- Jesus.
I'm sorry.
- John, are you all right?
[saw whirring]
[eerie music]
- What am I going to do about you?
Sometimes a mother needs to clip
its baby's wings to keep it
from hurting itself.
It's okay.
Trust me, this'll be much better
for both the of us.
[saw whirring]
- Unless you want to be a good boy?
Good.
[heavy breathing]
[music]
- Hey, you.
You're almost there, baby boy.
Just got to hold in there.
One more treatment,
then we'll get some X-rays
to see if we got it all.
- Please, stop.
- You're so close, honey.
I'm not going to let it get you.
You've made it this far.
- You don't have to do this.
- Be strong.
Hey, remember,
you're a fighter, kiddo.
- Don't go.
Don't leave me.
[music]
- You're spineless.
Worthless coward.
[screaming]
[growling]
[thunder rambling]
[phone ringing]
- Mia, this book is amazing.
I love everything about it.
This is exactly what we need
for another hit.
Where did you find your inspiration?
[music]
- You always did like oysters.
[music]
All the good times we shared together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
Always thought we were meant to be
But now I can tell
that you were not so happy
I don't want to lose your love
Just give it one more chance
and we can find the answer
Now tell me, baby,
should I keep holding on?
It's burning deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you forever
All the good times we shared together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change,
you don't care I'm scared of losing you
All the good times we shared together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you, forever
Always thought we were meant to be
But now I can tell
that you were not so happy
I don't want to lose your love
Just give it one more chance
and we can find an answer
Now tell me, baby,
should I keep holding on?
It's burning deep inside
Don't tell me no more lies
Don't say that it's the end
Don't you walk out that door
Let's just give it one more try
All the good times we shared, together
I thought we'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you, forever
All the good times we shared, together
I thought you'd always be there forever
Now you change, you don't care
I'm scared of losing you