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November 9th.

I am at the cinema for the premiere

of my film that will never touch the screens.

I fucked up

from a certain point of view.

Perspectives matter.

There came a time when I ran out of words.

I had nothing to say.

That's what I thought.

I felt something vague and menacing take hold of me...

Violet.

A flame's silhouette dancing through my eyelids.

A perfect figure

I like to call infinity.

Maybe a successful love story begins with emancipation.

I read that somewhere...

But,

maybe emancipation begins with a love story...

RUBY: Was starting to think you weren't gonna make it.

VIOLET: Yeah, sorry. Heavy traffic.

Something about a house burning down?

RUBY: No worries. Just glad you could make it.

It's Violet, right?

VIOLET: Yup, that's me.

RUBY: We can sit down for this.

Do you mind if I record this?

VIOLET: No, of course.

RUBY: Whenever you're ready.

RUBY'S FRIEND: The park is beautiful.

I'm sure you could film your scene just about anywhere.

RUBY: Maybe.

FRIEND: Maybe?

RUBY: I mean...

It is beautiful.

It's just not what I'm looking for.

FRIEND: Well, what are you looking for?

RUBY: I guess I'll know when I see it.

FRIEND: Did you find your lead actress?

RUBY: Yeah.

Her name's Violet.

VIOLET: There's no ending?

RUBY: I haven't quite figured that out yet.

VIOLET: Isn't that scene, in the fields, the end?

RUBY: It could be.

VIOLET: I thought it was.

It felt like a...

...a rebirth for the protagonist.

RUBY: That's the thing.

I don't want a rebirth.

An inherent ending to a chapter.

I want something less...

tangible?

Less...

I don't know how to explain it.

VIOLET: Definite.

RUBY: Definite.

VIOLET: So, what's your film really about?

RUBY: It's a film about a girl I used to love.

VIOLET: Love.

RUBY: Yeah.

VIOLET: Why'd you choose a film about a past love?

RUBY: To resist becoming bitter.

VIOLET: Bitter?

Over the end?

RUBY: Over the influence.

I became vulnerable.

VIOLET: Vulnerable?

RUBY: In loving someone, you become

paper thin with your feelings.

You feel... everything.

And feeling makes you susceptible to pain.

VIOLET: But, it also makes you susceptible to happiness.

RUBY: Is it possible to separate the two?

Love from happiness?

VIOLET: I don't know.

Would you want to?

RUBY: I don't know.

VIOLET: What is it?

RUBY: You.

VIOLET: Let me see.

VIOLET: The artist can also be the muse.

(infinite)

RUBY: Now what?

VIOLET: Now we speak our intentions into existence.

RUBY: Out loud?

I--

VIOLET: Do you feel it?

RUBY: Feel what?

VIOLET: Everything.

RUBY: I feel everything.

RUBY: Action!

RUBY: --and I know I'm really busy next week

but, my sister's gonna be in town

and I was thinking I would go see her

because I haven't seen her in, like, three months.

And, I just really miss her.

VIOLET: Yeah, you should go see her.

RUBY: Yours?

RUBY: I kept those words from you.

Was it selfish?

I don't know.

But, I made a choice.

I set us free.

I love you.