A young man walks to a table and serves Alison Moyet her coffee. She sits at the table, her hand on her chin. Rubbing it, she looks down. While the server cleans on of the tables around closing time, she leaves. At dusk, she walks past a roller coaster.
She sings against a steel blue background. Three children appear and join in as she sings.
Wearing a scarf and jacket, she walks in a field, the city’s skyline behind her. She sits on a bench. While a friend sits next to her, she laughs at one of their jokes. She walks up the steps of her home and dumps the flowers on the table. Standing on the balcony, she looks at the backyard.
Alison Moyet scrapes at her nails with her finger. She had do something with her time besides think. The walk home from the diner should’ve helped. She had dissected the end of her relationship to her ex-boyfriend from every angle. However, as she sat on the park bench, she remembered how they used to talk. Their last conversation had run through her mind and she started to go over it. But it wasn’t providing her any answers.
The flowers he gave her were still alive. She knocks over the vase and wills herself not to care. Although her eyes were no longer red from crying, she wasn’t angry, either. He had to know he made a mistake. They had told her each other off before. This time was no different.
As she stands on the balcony, she continues to think. The phone rings in her kitchen and she races to it. Her best friend asks her how she’s doing. She says she’s just thinking. Her best friend tells her it’ll get better and to hang in there. Moyet sits in the chair and touches the petals of the flowers on the table, she says she hopes it’s soon.
Director: N/A Year: 1984