Christian Troy and Julia McNamara, once passionate lovers, find themselves in an unexpected situation. They've rented a secluded cabin in the woods for a weekend getaway.
CHRISTIAN: "Julia, this place is amazing. No cell signal, no distractions—just you and me."
JULIA: "It's beautiful, Christian. But are you sure about this? We haven't been alone like this in years."
They unpack their bags, the air thick with memories.
CHRISTIAN: "Remember when we used to sneak away during med school? Those stolen moments in the supply closet?"
JULIA: "How could I forget? You were always the bad boy, Christian."
As night falls, they light a fire in the cabin's rustic fireplace.
CHRISTIAN: "Julia, I've missed you. The divorce, the drama—it tore us apart."
JULIA: "We both made mistakes, Christian. But here we are."
They share a bottle of wine, laughter filling the room.
CHRISTIAN: "You know, Julia, I've always loved your eyes. They're like a stormy sea."
JULIA: "And your hands—they've healed so many wounds."
Outside, the wind howls, and snow begins to fall.
CHRISTIAN: "Julia, let's go for a walk. Explore the woods."
JULIA: "In the dark? Christian, we might get lost."
They bundle up, hand in hand, venturing into the snowy wilderness.
CHRISTIAN: "Remember when we got lost in Paris? That narrow alley, the rain pouring down?"
JULIA: "We stumbled upon that little café. The best croissants I've ever had."
The forest envelops them, the path disappearing.
CHRISTIAN: "Julia, I've never stopped loving you."
JULIA: "Christian, we can't—"
But he kisses her, the snowflakes melting on their lips.
CHRISTIAN: "We're lost, Julia. Lost in time, lost in each other."
JULIA: "Maybe that's where we belong."
They find shelter under a towering pine tree.
CHRISTIAN: "Julia, will you—"
But she interrupts.
JULIA: "Christian, let's not rush. Let's find our way back together."
They huddle close, the snow falling gently.
