OLIVIA No.
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OLIVIA I thought I could—fix it—get better on my own. aniphobia script
A dim lamp throws a warm circle on the coffee table. Outside, rain patters against the window. A TV plays muted static. OLIVIA (late 20s), fidgety, sits on the couch, knees pulled up. She stares at an empty corner of the room as if expecting something to move. OLIVIA No
OLIVIA Get it away! Get it—
Sunlight. Olivia laughs, throwing a frisbee. A DOG (friendly, mid-sized) races back, tongue out. She hugs it. Her hands are gentle. She looks happy, free. Outside, rain patters against the window
She inhales, exhales. The camera stays on the corner: shadows pool there like a small gathering. A framed photo on the wall shows a smiling OLIVIA with a golden retriever.