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(low rumbling)

(tense rhythmic electronic music)

- It doesn't matter how long I wait for you.

What matters most is when I get to show you

a whole new love that always belonged to you.

(tense rhythmic electronic music continues)

If she can only see what I see.

Your heart is full of treasures

worth a lifetime to discover

and I took it for granted. (eerie music)

(low tense music)

My love for her is unconditional

and that's where lies the problem.

(tense pulsing music)

I didn't realize as time let go

what I have tried to hold onto for the longest time.

(suspenseful music)

(E panting)

(tense pulsing music continues)

All these memories yet nothing.

I'm lightheaded and exhausted.

My life is a poetry in motion.

I can't stop.

Again and again, I hear whispers lingering over my head.

Like a distressed loop signal lingering over my head.

And inside, strings of images in the same sequence

repeat every night.

An open coffin where she beautifully rests,

resting underneath the pale moonlight.

But I will never forget that day

100 days ago on a Wednesday morning.

It was like deja vu.

I was looking for inspiration on my latest novel.

And there she was.

It was most likely fate

as she was reading my book, "Delilah",

former number one bestseller

about a femme fatale serial killer

who falls for her next victim.

I couldn't help myself but to try and get closer to her.

I pretended I was minding my own business,

but I couldn't help myself looking at her.

Is she a writer like me or is she an avid reader?

It was bothering me enough to make that my excuse

if she caught me staring.

But I felt like I already knew her.

(low rumbling)

(tense music) (strings plucking)

In the end I was chasing a dream,

a beautiful ideal that started in sin.

Yet in the end, you still felt

so far away. (waves splashing)

All I had was your beautiful face

with every thought of you trembling in my arms.

While in the end, death tried to pull me away,

a forbidden love hard to abstain.

It doesn't matter how long I wait for you.

What matters most is when I get to show you

a whole new love that always belonged to you.

(ominous music)

(wind rustling)

Okay?

- Yeah.

- I wrote something new.

- You did? - I did.

Wanna hear?

- Of course.

- Okay.

It's called "She Conquers".

Her eyes caress my body.

There's so much curiosity. (tense rhythmic music)

Leaving a tingling sensation

all over my soul.

(tense rhythmic music continues)

(suspenseful music)

It was magnetizing between us.

I had tunnel vision for her.

She was into my book.

She hadn't put it down yet.

I was quite confident the feelings were reciprocal.

We just happened to be at the same place again.

And now, we're looking at the bookmarks.

But eventually, the heart wants what it wants, right?

I love the dance between us.

What was she thinking? I want to know.

Beauty, charm, darkness, and mystery.

I loved and danced between us. (strings plucking)

And what is she thinking?

- Murder.

(footsteps thudding)

- What?

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Uh huh? Yeah.

All right. No, I'm coming.

I'll be right there.

Baby, hospital called. I gotta go in, okay?

What are you gonna do today?

- I'm just gonna finish my poem.

- Okay, I'll call you later.

- Okay.

(steady tense music)

(people chattering)

- Father, my heart isn't ready.

Inside I'm dying.

And nobody can see but you.

And I am begging you to put all the pieces

back together again.

My heart isn't ready.

Please, God.

I am giving it all back to you.

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

- Reality is chaotic and I need more drugs

to take me off the edge.

Drugs are my gateway to heaven and this tragic life

we live in.

(air whooshing)

- So thank you for meeting me.

I am such a huge fan of your book.

- Thanks, thanks, that I wrote 10 years ago.

- Yeah but, you know, you have a book out

and that's more than anyone can say.

- Yeah.

Why did you wanna be an aspiring writer?

- Oh, I don't know. (people chattering)

I've always loved to read

and I've just been fascinated with writing

ever since I was a kid.

- Have any masterpieces I could read?

- Masterpieces?

- Yeah.

- Sadly no.

I begin to find the words and I end up

second-guessing myself.

- You just have to write every day

and just force yourself every morning.

That's what I do.

And eventually over time, becomes like second nature.

I had writer's block for 10 years

before I wrote my first book.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- Well, how did you get over it?

- Two years ago my friend died of cancer.

And I was next to him when he was dying in his home

without any medical assistance or drugs.

It's the hardest thing to watch your friend die

or suffer like that.

Although it was his choice

and he would be pain-free, made it a little easier.

But I think what was harder was his last words.

He wished he had loved.

- Wow, I'm so sorry.

I know now how you wrote it.

- And you are the first person I told that to.

You know, I came across your book

looking for inspiration to write something

and here we are now.

- I have something crazy to propose. You ready?

Why not we meet here every week

and be each other's inspiration?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Okay.

(both chuckling)

(air whooshing)

(keyboard clacking)

(Kat sighs)

(steady tense music)

The book of poems you gave me have been inspiring to read.

And I would love to talk to you

about being your publisher for your next book.

I got unfocused on my work ever since my symptoms

have gotten worse.

There are days (knife thudding)

I just want to run away.

I left my job as a vice president.

I thought slowing down would help me heal,

but it didn't and it has caused

a major rift between Ryan and I.

I despise the moments when my pain turns into anger.

I cannot breathe in this house or in this body.

I am suffocating.

Fuck this life and the disease that came with it.

- It would have been easier if I never met her

in the first place.

(pulsing tense music)

I never experienced a connection like that ever.

After our meeting, I felt inspired

but for some reason it was impossible

to put anything down.

I need to write something good

to still prove I'm still what she read in the first place.

What was something we shared together?

I just need to get back to that place

where she inspired me.

(gentle pulsing music)

I just need to focus.

(air whooshing)

What do you think?

One of my favorite moments

was taking you to the Canal Walk.

- I think the eyes are my favorite.

- I loved the way you stood there

analyzing the art.

Oh, you would be so perfect at it.

It made me wonder if your husband sees that.

Have you ever painted before?

- Painted?

- Yeah, drew-

- Oh, no, no, I haven't.

- Never. - No.

- That's fun. (steady tense music)

Kat, my favorite's over there.

- That one? Okay.

- Yeah, you wanna come over.

- It's tragic. The way life is.

How ruthless it can be.

The way it plays with our heart strings.

- These two are my favorites.

This reminds me of like Marilyn Monroe.

And the owl, the eyes.

See.

Doesn't it remind you of Edgar Allan Poe?

- Yes. "The Raven" or is it-

- I felt she was trapped and a victim

of her life decisions at that moment.

- That was very acute, very intense.

It almost reminds me of like Emil and his headdressings.

- She hadn't said as much about her marriage with Ryan

or anything serious,

but I wasn't naive to see that she wasn't happy.

- He kinda just moved in with people from Richmond

took him in.

- Really? - Yeah.

Like a good book, I wish she would have read

past the book cover.

I mean he does fit.

Richmond is like a dark, moody, artsy town.

- Yeah. - So...

(thunder cracking)

- You know people love poetry.

They always have, they always will.

You know, it gives you the feels,

it's intellectual, it's creative,

it's sexy, it's...

- Okay.

- Okay? Is that all you can say?

Uh.

- Are your headaches coming back?

- You know what?

(thunder rumbling)

I would just like a little more support from you.

And I always feel like I'm talking to a wall.

- I'm sorry, you're right.

I'm gonna work harder on it, okay?

(gentle music)

- I tried being alone like I've always done.

I can sit here and cry

but then walk out like nothing ever happened

because that's the best thing I can do right now

is just hide.

(wind rumbling)

(water splashing)

And my doctor called and shared the results.

Inconclusive.

I know it's only a matter of time.

- I wanna take it.

- Do what?

- See here.

The poem museum was my favorite place

to escape growing up.

Kat.

- Look at this little thing.

- What? - So nice.

"Pit and the Pendulum".

- If I share something special to her,

then maybe she would return it back.

Yeah. (gentle music)

- Like a little... It's so tiny.

- butter knife or something.

- (chuckles) The tiniest butter knife.

Yeah.

- Is who?

- Didn't you just say your favorite instrument is piano?

- Yes, it is. - Mm mm, look at this.

- Look at how tiny that is

and they don't even have all the keys across.

That's so interesting. (E chuckling)

- Back then.

- I actually read up on him

and he has, or he had a cat and her name was Catterina.

- (chuckles) Really?

(water splashing)

Did you write all of this?

This is just fucking brilliant.

Kat, oh my god. (Kat laughing)

- Thank you.

I've worked so hard on it.

- I see.

You know, I would suggest one minor thing.

It's no big deal

but I think... Yes.

- the main protagonist can have a much stronger voice.

I mean, she's already a strong female character already.

- Yes.

- But I think she can be a must more iconic character

for women everywhere.

Yeah? - To look up to.

- Yeah, to look up too, exactly.

Yeah.

Hey.

What's wrong?

- Mm, I'm fine.

- You sure?

I think you're holding something in.

(Kat laughs)

I mean, come on, tell me. What's wrong?

- I don't know, I just feel like I'm being pulled

into a million different directions, you know?

Ryan, he got a promotion and he's working longer hours

and for all of his time off,

he's wanting me to spend it with him.

You know, that's just taking away

from you and I working together

and on top of that my personal time.

And he's just kind of like

worried about the finances

and uneasy in what we're doing.

And he's just asking me

to always have the house clean

and I don't know.

I just feel like I'm about to reach my breaking point.

I don't know.

I don't wanna sound like I'm complaining but...

- I'm sorry.

But I think you're doing

a damn fine job, seriously.

The finest I've seen anyone,

any woman in your position.

- Thank you.

You always know how to make me feel better. (chuckles)

- Good.

I always want to and I always will. (chuckles)

(Kat giggling)

(steady tense music)

- Things are moving so fast.

Kat loved my poems enough that she offered to ask

her husband if he would finance it for her.

- Is this really what you wanna do?

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Okay.

- I had to swallow my pride to accept the ideal.

- All right, so what's the plan?

- Thank you.

- No, thank you.

Thanks, man.

(eerie music)

(steady tense music)

- My time is running out.

I don't wanna live in the miseries of what ifs.

(gentle somber music)

(air whooshing)

- We only have now as we can't wait for time

to reveal our regrets. (strings plucking)

(tense crackling music)

(ominous music)

(steady gentle music)

(air whooshing)

Good morning.

- No, I'm tired.

- Oh, come on. - And I've got work to do.

- Work can wait.

- Don't make me repeat myself.

- Just 20 minutes.

- Baby, stop.

- What the fuck's your problem?

Jesus (panting).

Goddamn, I'm just trying to spend time with my wife.

I gotta leave for work for a month.

- (sighs) I'm not in the mood.

- (scoffs) You're never in the mood.

And don't be blaming me for your business

which hasn't made money.

- You know what? Fuck you.

- Fuck me? I wish you would.

(door slams)

(waves crashing)

- So...

- Yeah?

- Will you do me a favor?

- What?

- Will you review some of my work?

- Oh, maybe.

- I need a better answer than that.

(E laughing)

- Yeah, of course. (Kat laughing)

- Yeah?

- Of course.

If heaven was a place on Earth,

it would be with her.

Bunch of these growing up, so (laughing)...

But how did I get

into this entanglement? - I love watching

the little sand dollars out here at sea.

- Oh my gosh, yeah?

This love I have for her is unrealistic.

No, there's something about the ocean waves. I love it.

She's a dignified, honorable,

and the most desirable woman I know.

- Yeah, the fishing pier is over through there.

They have a restaurant.

I was just too late.

- Okay. (E laughing)

I'm sure we do.

Yet I care for her deeply as a friend

in such a short amount of time.

I used to hang out there in high school.

Or is it just my hope that she would change her mind.

I'm confused more than ever.

I've been to better places.

And I start to feel the depression that she hides.

Nature there and everything.

I understand depression as it was my whole life growing up.

- No, no, no, no.

- I coulda saved her if she only allowed me to.

What was one activity...

At least I thought I could.

Dancing or you know, building stuff.

- I used to play piano.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Do you have any masterpieces?

(both chuckling)

- Uh, sadly, no.

(gentle music)

What are you thinking?

Wanna race?

Come on. Wanna race?

- It's nice to get away

and not think about anything.

The headaches linger and remind me

to work faster and harder and not give up my dream.

And working on the book has been a nice distraction.

E has been a nice distraction.

All the depression, all the pain.

All the trying to live a normal life, ignoring problems.

(waves crashing)

Hey.

Nobody knows when they will die.

- But my death will be sooner than most.

(somber music)

- Hey, you haven't been returning my calls.

I hope you're okay.

Yeah, just call me back.

All right. (tense music)

- Nothing matters anymore.

(E panting)

I'm going to die at any moment.

And I am done waking up every morning

wondering if today will be the day

that I'll be finally free from all this pain.

(E panting)

(somber music)

(air whooshing)

- You know I'm all right. (chuckles)

(people chattering) Now, this is awkward.

- Hey. -Hey.

Um, I didn't know you would be here.

- Yeah, Ryan and I decided to eat out

- I didn't hear from you for days

- and you still have this effect on me?

He's in the bathroom. Who's this?

I only wanted to show my girlfriend,

Ada, who was a highly respected doctor in the area

- It's nice meeting you. - Nice meeting you.

Ironic enough.

Ada and I met at the bookstore where I met Kat.

- Oh, I'm E's publisher.

- Oh, Katherine.

I've heard a lot about you actually.

- Is she jealous. - Yeah, um...

wish I could say the same. - Then there he was.

- Hey, good to see you again. - Hey man.

Nice seeing you, man.

- And you are?

- Ada.

- Hi, Ryan.

- She was also feeling uneasy,

which I did too and I think Ada did as well.

- Do you guys maybe wanna go

on a double date next week or something?

- Sounds good to me.

- Uh, okay?

- Yeah.

And now I'm jealous again. - All right.

E, you plan it okay?

- But this is probably for the best.

- Good seeing you. - Alright, man.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- She's interesting.

- Yeah, she is.

Just like her, I held back everything I wanted to say.

At least that's how I feel.

(low tense music)

- Please, Lord, get me through this.

Nobody knows what I'm going through but you.

But I am begging you to get me through this.

(steady tense music) (distant siren blaring)

Please. Lord.

Please get me through this.

I am begging you.

Help me through it.

Please, God, please God. (speaks faintly)

(waves crashing)

(gentle music) (wind rustling)

(eerie plucking music)

(tense music)

- There's nothing worse than feeling unrequited.

She agreed to meet with you, but why?

She wasn't fully engaged like before.

I'm gonna try my best not to intrude.

Did I cross any boundaries?

Did something bad happened?

She could've said something to me.

I was her friend, the one who understood her

more than Ryan, Chloe, and her other friends.

But she always kept quiet.

Although that silent strength I do admire about her.

But I've learned that keeping things in

can add more weight to the heavy heart.

Deep down inside I was dying

and I was dying with her.

(tense rhythmic music)

Hey.

You haven't been responding.

Hope everything's okay

and just gimme a call back when you can.

(tense music continues)

- Oh my god.

Un-fucking-believable.

Why the fuck weren't you there for her?

E!

(gentle somber music)

(tense chaotic music)

(low tense music)

(tense pulsing music)

(wind rustling)

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah, sure.

- Do you ever have second thoughts

about your life decisions?

(people chattering)

- No, I don't.

I learned that life decisions make us who we are.

Why do you ask?

- Oh, I don't know.

Sometimes I wonder if I...

what my life would be like if I started writing

when I was younger or, you know,

if I had pursued another career.

Sometimes I question if I should have got married.

- Are you happy with your marriage?

- Yeah, I've no regrets.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Ryan with all my heart.

You know, he's supportive and he's motivated.

He works hard.

- I'm sorry, I don't mean to cross a line or anything

but you didn't say if he was sweet to you

or good to you or even loving.

- Well, not every relationship is like that, E.

You know, to each their own.

- True, but it doesn't mean you can't crave it.

(birds chirping)

- Sure. Every woman would like that.

- Well, why not you then?

- 'Cause life does not work out that way.

- Life is too short not to take a risk

on something you might regret later on.

- You know, but... (low tense music)

timing is everything too.

(door clattering)

- [Alarm] Front door.

- How was your time with E?

- Oh, it was nice.

We went to Belle Isle Park.

- Oh, okay.

What does that have anything to do with the project

you two are working on?

- Ryan, please don't start.

- Don't start?

- Yeah.

- (scoffs) I'm not starting anything.

My wife said that she would be here at a certain time

and she's not.

Now I'm hearing that she was out with some other man.

- You know, I'm not doing this anymore.

- Oh, because I'm upset.

Because I'm upset, I can't be talking about this.

Won't you put yourself in my position.

- You know what? You sound really crazy right now.

So I'm gonna go upstairs.

- I don't want you seeing him again.

- No, I'm not gonna end a good friendship

just because you're jealous.

- Cut the bullshit!

- You know what?

I don't have time for this

and I wanna see E whether you like it or not, okay?

(tense rumbling music)

- Really?

- Is everything okay?

Ada.

- What are you doing with my pills?

- I can explain.

- Do you have any idea the effect this will have on you?

They're a crutch, E.

- (chuckles) Crutch.

You're the fucking crutch.

I can't even focus on my writing

without you breathing down my neck every second!

- When you're writing about who? Your girlfriend Kat?

- Um...

- Wow (sighs).

You know what? Fuck this.

I deserve better.

By the way, E, she's married.

At the end of the night

she's in someone else's arms not yours.

- Hey. - Don't call me.

(eerie reverberating music)

(steady tense music)

(loud clattering)

- Hey.

I'm sorry.

You're right. I would be upset too.

And you have been so supportive through all of this.

I love you.

- I love you too.

(tense reverberating music)

- Our bookstore.

Many memories.

I didn't want to be here for this,

but what better way to say let's be friends again

to a writer than a leather journal?

(gentle somber music)

We've become so distant.

And everything has been (sighs)

quite complicated between us.

I need him to know how I feel

before more time is wasted.

And to say I'm sorry before I never get the chance

to do it again.

- [Charlie] Hi, this is Charlie,

the manager from the bookstore.

I'm calling to inform you that your wife

left a surprise gift for you about a month ago

and she said to give it to you when you come in.

Just wanted to let you know that

and hopefully you can come pick it up.

Hope all is well with you and her.

Talk soon.

(steady tense music)

(low rumbling)

- She still hasn't apologized.

Not called me, text me, or anything.

I'm always apologizing to her.

I think she deserves to apologize this time.

Whenever, whenever. - Stop.

I have something to tell you.

- Are you okay?

- No.

- What's wrong?

- She died.

- What? (tense rumbling)

- She had a chronic illness

she didn't tell anybody about.

She had a seizure in her sleep.

She's gone.

- When?

- Last night.

(intense rumbling)

(waves crashing)

We're gonna get through this.

(low sad music) (waves crashing)

Oh god!

(E breathing heavily)

(slow somber music)

(gentle music)

(E sighs)

- Dear E.

They say an invisible red thread connects those

who are destined to meet

regardless of time, place, or circumstance.

And like our friendship, the thread may stretch or tangle

but it will never break.

Because if a string has one end, then it has another

and we will always be connected up those ends.

I'm sorry for everything.

Please forgive me and let's be us again.

Kat.

- I met Katherine

ironically at a bookstore

and we know each other.

She was reading my book.

We had a connection and...

(chuckles) thought she was the smartest person,

most beautiful woman,

and the kindest friend...

(gentle music)

to anyone.

She doesn't deserve me or anyone.

She deserves the best.

I'm sorry.

(footsteps clacking) (distant siren blaring)

- Why'd you call me here?

- Needed to speak to someone close to her.

- What do you have to say?

- It's about her last poem.

- No.

E, it's not going to change anything!

- Her birthday's in four days, Chloe.

I need to make things right.

- Whatever, E. It's too late.

- Please help me.

- Help yourself.

Get your shit together.

(tense plucking music)

(loud knocking)

- I wanted to check on you.

You haven't been returning any of my messages.

- Right. I been busy.

- Look, we need to talk about the book real quick.

The last poem you gave me is not hitting the mark.

And you know we have a deadline.

- This is the 5th poem you didn't like, Kat.

I don't know what else to do.

You have five of them. Choose one.

- You know what?

You're the writer and I'm the publisher

and we agreed upon this, remember?

So you have to give me the best poem

that you possibly can.

- Don't gimme that fucking tone.

What are you, my mother?

- You're acting like a complete ass right now.

- Well, if you think you can do better,

why don't you write then?

- Right, because that's my job.

That's your job.

You fucking drama queen.

- Fucking drama queen?

I'm the fucking drama queen, Kat, really?

Yeah, nice name-calling.

You know what?

Especially coming from an incompetent publisher.

- Fuck you.

- Oh, fuck me, ah.

I'd bet you like that.

Yeah, does Ryan know that?

- You know what? You're fired.

- Well, good.

Now I could do something else.

Plus, you were never a good friend to me anyways.

And before you fucking go,

I need to tell you this.

You're fucking ungrateful.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- You were nothing before me.

- Oh, I'm nothing?

- Yeah.

- You're fucking nothing!

You're a fucking washed up, has been,

living off his success 10 years ago!

Your second book bombed and your third book

is a collection of your personal poems

that my husband Ryan is financing

under my publishing company.

And nobody makes money off of poetry these days.

So who sounds un-fucking-grateful now?

- Does your husband know

that the poems you're publishing,

that he's financing, are all about you?

Does he?

'Cause you know what's so funny?

You told him in his fucking face

that you loved them.

(Kat scoffs)

- No.

I don't love them.

That's why I'm here.

- You're fucking stupid, you know that?

- Okay.

- Say whatever you need to say

to make yourself feel better.

- Fuck off, E.

You hate it when you're not always right.

(low somber music)

(footsteps clacking)

(door clattering)

- And that was the last memory of us.

(rain pattering)

- Are all these about her?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Ryan.

But she was faithful the whole time

and I respected it.

We need to finish the book for her.

- We don't need to do anything.

You come into my house,

read a poem about love to my wife,

then confess that all this is about her,

on her birthday!

Is that all you can think about?

How the hell do you think I'm gonna react?

(steady tense music)

- She chose you, man.

In the end she chose you.

(door clattering)

(waves crashing)

(low somber music)

- If love can save us all,

we'd never experience death.

But isn't that the beauty of dying?

To love like there's no tomorrow?

At a time in my life when I knew it was coming to an end,

you came along and saved me

in so many ways.

And I know you were hurt

that I didn't disclose my sickness.

But I hope you understand that I just wanted to breathe.

And with you I could.

You are so special to me.

And you have no idea

how much you have helped me get through this.

So this is in no way a goodbye

because I know we will meet again.

You changed me forever and I will never forget you

and the friendship we shared.

Forever and always.

(gentle somber music)

- You are now free from the hell

you've been living in.

I need to believe you're in a better place.

And my heart is broken into a million pieces for you

like strings disentangling that held us together.

You came unexpected

and it was shortly lived and torn away like a riptide.

But life can sadly be cut short at any moment.

And what you became to me was the greatest gift of all.

(somber pulsing music)

(emotional pulsing music)

You made a deep impact on me in such a small time.

But as time goes on,

conceding to the ideal, you found a new home.

Until we meet again.

Your always and forever.

(somber pulsing music continues)

(slow sad music)

(air rustling) (steady tense music)

(dramatic tense music)

(steady tense music) (strings plucking)