Sketching

Katie

… What are you sad about? Specifically.

Tom

Erm gosh (Drums on his knees, a bit too hard and for a bit too long.)Uh, you I guess, yeah, it hurts a little
bit, that I see you and you’re happy and you’ve moved on. Totally unoriginal, really embarrassing, soap
opera cliché. I’ll deal with it.

Katie

… Look, I mean someti – … sometimes I’m not sure I am, that I am completely over you. You still, like …
linger. Which is normal.

But. Look, Paul is, I’m afraid, better for me. You’ll find someone better for you.

Tom

I know, yeah, totally. I guess I just finally get it. I look around at what I do and who I am and none of it
seems that important. Anymore. And I don’t know who to say this too; work? Not likely? Friends? All
knobheads. Family? Ugh. I actually don’t feel like they really know me. Because I never let anyone really
know me. But you knew me, I think. The closest anyone has ever come. And if you’re going then you’re
kind of taking that with you. Does that make sense? And suddenly it was like a black hole opened up and
I’m staring into a – I don’t know what. It’s just a bit shit really, and I’ve realised all this too late. I know
you have to go and start your new life, which is great by the way, so I thought I’d just say it quickly. And
I’m sorry for every time I was late. And there isn’t a Holloway Road anywhere else, by the way, I checked.

And I love you.

Katie

… Tom …