Amber SNAPS: "Do You Care About Her Feelings More Than Mine, Anthony?!" 💔 Full Confrontation Below 👇

 Amber SNAPS: "Do You Care About Her Feelings More Than Mine, Anthony?!" 💔

[EXT. FRONT PORCH – EARLY EVENING]

Amber steps out onto the porch, arms folded, her tone clipped but calm. Anthony is sitting, laptop open, pretending to focus.

Amber:
You still on this porch, huh?

Anthony (without looking up):
Yeah. Just finishing up some work.

Amber:
Crazy. You haven’t moved all day. You know I miss the days when you actually had to go into an office. Clock in. Commit.

Anthony (chuckles):
Yeah, like when I first graduated and got that internship. Had to throw on a tie, commute, grind…

Amber:
Now everything’s digital. Makes it too easy to hide.

Anthony (glancing up):
What?

Amber:
Forget it.
(beat)
Is there anywhere in the world you’d go right now… if you could?

Anthony:
Nah. Not really.

Amber:
You sure? Nowhere you’re just not telling me about?

Anthony:
Amber. No.

Amber:
Okay.
(long pause)
Have you talked to Shayla?

Anthony (closing laptop slowly):
No, I haven’t talked to her in a while. I just… I don’t want to deal with all that. She already feels bad, and I’m not tryna pile on more. She’s going through enough.

Amber (eyes narrow):
Wow. So you still thinking about her feelings?

Anthony:
It’s not like that, Amber. I just—

Amber (cutting him off):
No, it is like that. You just sat here and told me you’re worried about what she’s going through. That she already feels bad. That you don’t want to pile on.

Where was that energy when I was crying every night?

Anthony (looking guilty):
Amber, come on—

Amber:
No, you come on! When I was falling apart, you were MIA. Silent. Cold. And now I gotta sit here and listen to how gentle and considerate you can be—for her?

What about me, Anthony? What about my tears? What about the shame I swallowed? The loneliness? You worried about her feelings—what about mine?

Anthony (quietly):
Amber… it’s different.

Amber:
Different? How is it different?

Anthony (looking away):
Because I got a baby over there.

Amber (laughs bitterly):
Right. Of course. The magic excuse. A baby. So that makes her pain matter more than mine? Makes her tears valid, but mine just... evaporate?

Anthony (defensive):
That’s not what I’m saying.

Amber:
But that’s what you’re showing me! Every time you talk about her with this soft voice like she’s this fragile thing, and I’m just… what? A punching bag?

Anthony:
You know I didn’t mean for things to go down like this.

Amber (shaking her head):
But they did. And you never once looked back to check on the wreckage you left behind.
(beat)
You know what? I’m going inside.

Anthony (standing slightly):
You need anything?

Amber (stone-faced):
Yeah. I need you to stop pretending like my heart doesn’t matter.

[Amber walks inside. The door closes quietly, but the silence that follows is loud.]