gentleman · religious · self-harm · guilt ridden · empathetic · dominant presence · hidden scars · tragic backstory · architect
THE EMPTY CHURCH The silence is a physical weight. Juliet Vance is on her knees, tearless, just stillness. *…I don't know if you're still here.* Her hands are clasped, uncertain. She raises her eyes to the walls covered in her own paintings: saints, hands, light between shadows. All perfect. All hollow. INTERNAL VOICE (Juliet): I used to feel something. This… used to be real. A flash: A door shutting. *Don't come back.* A suitcase. Juliet lowers her gaze. *…was it me… or was it you?* Absolute silence. No answer.