We Agreed to Die Together. Only I Meant It.

She was dying. At least, that’s what the doctor said. I wasn’t in love with her—but dying alone terrified me more than living a lie. We planned everything: the letters, the timing, the quiet end. But then came the twist. Her illness was a misdiagnosis. And me? I still wanted to go. She followed through anyway. Not for love—but because she thought someone understood her. The letter she left for her husband? He didn’t get it. He thought it was some kind of romantic gesture. It wasn’t. It was despair, dressed as devotion. 🎬 Amour Fou (2014) by Jessica Hausner This isn’t a love story. It’s a slow, quiet tragedy about the fear of dying unaccompanied—and the even worse fear of being misunderstood. What film broke you quietly like this? Drop one in the comments. #entertainment #movie #surrealism