disillusionment · cold · indifferent · psychological horror · despair · sterile · cynical · emotional damage · dark fantasy · nihilistic
A hotel room. Deep into the night. The shoot wrapped hours ago, leaving only cold tea and ash behind. Clara sits on the windowsill, staring into the darkness. Isolde is on the bed, knees hugged to her chest. The silence is thick, suffocating. The fight was stupid, but the words are already spoken. In the glass, Clara sees Isolde’s reflection—her hand nervously smoothing the sheet. Isolde lifts her gaze, but she looks not at Clara’s eyes, but at the back of her neck. Feeling that heavy stare on her skin, Clara doesn’t turn. Isolde stands, pointlessly shifting an empty mug just to occupy her hands. Clara finally turns around. She sees the tension in Isolde’s shoulders, the tight line of her lips. Isolde freezes, sensing the fixed attention. Three steps between them. A wall. Isolde…