EXT. a night sky A nearly black sky, without a star in sight, the only sound heard is the gentle whisper of the wind. A distant star suddenly appears, a mere white dot from afar, accompanied by the sound of a man wailing in despair. One by one, more stars begin to appear around the dark void, filling the space with overlapping wails from other poor souls in suffering. The camera pulls forward until it eventually reaches the central star, and then we enter one of the men's bedrooms. INT. man’s bedroom CRASH! We see the man lying in his bed, tears falling down his face. The imagery is one of pure darkness. All that can be visibly seen are the bed, various posters hung up, and a worn-out door on the wall. The camera slowly zooms in on his saddened face while a musical accompaniment plays. Man (singing) Why are we now just history? Left me in utter misery… He pulls himself out of bed, and now we are closer to capturing his helpless expression. Man (singing) Said you’d be mine always forever, now we are alone together… The song is paused as we watch him emerge from his bed. He sets his feet on the ground, and in a close-up shot, it seems as if he is walking on nothing. He turns towards a wall adorned with a poster featuring a **** star grabbing her own breasts, a frozen encouraging smile on her face. The camera pans up, revealing the text above her that reads, “HANG IN THERE, HORNY BOY!” Man (singing) Never knew what I had to say… A close view of his face as he sings with passion. Man (singing) To make sure you’d never get away… Hard cut back to the poster, the face of the girl has clearly changed, potentially to the face of the girl he misses. Man (singing) And stay, with me, forever… and now I am just a total mess… He looks away from the poster and collapses back onto the bed. Man (singing) Miss the time your head laid on my chest… The camera, positioned overhead, zooms out from the man lying in bed, showing his past lover appearing and disappearing in the shot above him. Man (singing) Thought that I had nothing left to fear… but we haven’t spoken in a year… We see the man looking at his phone, scrolling through countless messages he sent to the woman he can no longer reach. Man (singing) And honestly now that I’m without you… The man closes his phone and turns onto his side, his pained expression still evident on his face. Man (singing) I just hope to god you miss me too… We get a point-of-view shot of his bedroom, showing a professional microphone, work computer, and window, all submerged in complete darkness. Man (singing) I thought that we’d be right here together… now we are alone… The music fades into a haunting quiet score. The defeated man rolls onto his back. He swiftly removes his belt and readies himself for pleasure. Briefly, we catch a glimpse of him holding his penis, which appears scabbed and bruised. He winces at his own touch. He picks up his phone and brings it into view, revealing an intense, dominant **** video on the screen. The volume seems excessively loud, blaring through his phone's tiny speakers. The man, sad yet excited, takes on an animalistic look. The camera focuses on his face uncomfortably long, as if he's entranced by the video. His eyes widen with an intense gaze, seemingly hypnotized. He forgets his pain as the room pulsates with colors around him, offering a temporary escape. The orchestra's intensity builds as he approaches climax. Man I was supposed to fuck you… I was supposed to fuck you, you dirty fucking bitch. I was… supposed… to… Each second feels like a heartbeat racing to the music. Just before climax, he swipes away from the **** video to a picture of his ex-girlfriend. Man FUCK YOU! In a point-of-view shot, an unrealistic amount of ejaculate shoots into the sky like fireworks, revealing the title "FORE." Disorienting string music blares along with a painful screaming orgasm. CUT TO: The man accidentally hits his own face with his semen, getting it in his eyes. He rushes out of his room, screaming, and heads to the bathroom to quickly rinse it out of his eyes. Man Jesus Christ! Fucking… fuck! From a rear angle, he raises his head, gazing at his reflection in the mirror. The black void remains around him, and the light flickers dimly. He observes his reflection with a sense of disappointment. Man Don’t… The camera shifts to reveal him turning away from the mirror to look at his bedroom. Cut to him picking up his phone from the bed, then sitting in a corner as he opens the text messages to his ex-girlfriend. He gets ready to send a voice message to her. The camera zooms on him from afar. Man Hey babe, it’s me again. I know you don’t wanna speak to me. I know it’s been a while but I’m not doing so good and I’m feeling very alone right now and I just thought sending this to you might help but I don’t know… I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, I’m sorry this is stupid. Sorry. The man taps forcefully on his phone, deleting the voice message to begin again. Man Hey, it's me again. I've been thinking about you, hoping to hear from you soon. I've been doing alright, working on music and just keeping busy. How about you? Any plans? I don't know... Can you call me? Once more, the man taps on his phone to delete the message, caught in what appears to be an endless cycle of indecisiveness. His thumb hovers over the call button, hesitating due to the fear of what he might hear. Despite his reservations, he taps the button and brings the phone to his ear. We hear the ringing sound. After two rings, it's forwarded to a default voicemail message, and he holds on for a glimmer of hope. He attempts again, but it results in the same voicemail message. She has blocked him. Man (mumbling) Why did you do that? Why did you do that? Why couldn’t you just talk to me? The man breaks down into sobs, quickly tossing his phone across the room. The camera follows the phone as it hits the wall. The man appears panicked, remaining seated in the corner and crying to himself. As his crying continues, the scene gradually transitions, revealing a thought about his ex-girlfriend. She stares at the camera with a neutral expression on her face. Woman I’m not alone anymore. I’m a lot happier now. FADE TO: Tears continue to flow down his face as the camera moves closer to him, capturing his ongoing sense of panic. Fade to: We return to the same shot of the woman, her neutral expression unchanged, as he replays her earlier words in his mind. Woman I’m not alone anymore. I’m a lot happier now. You are such a piece of shit. You’re a fuck up. FADE TO: Midway through replaying her words in his mind, the scene fades back to him, his crying slowly subsiding. WOMAN (O.S.) You never allow yourself to have any new experiences, that’s why you’re so miserable all the time. Grow the fuck up.