INT. CONNER'S APARTMENT CHICAGO -- PRESENT DAY -- MORNING

CONNER

a man in his late twenties sits in an arm chair. His eyes are puff in red, they've run out of tears hours before. 

The apartment around CONNER is trashed.  An empty bottle of whisky sits in a puddle of blood below CONNER's hand - A hand which is slowly starting to scab over.

Same apartment the previous night; it has not been trashed, as of yet.  CONNER holds in his arms the most beautiful woman imaginable she is known as 'SYLPH'.  CONNER desperately tries to hold back his tears.  SYLPH, who is more liberal with her tears pulls away from CONNER looks him in the eye and leaves.

CONNER: (V.O.)

She asked me where I had learned to love.  Told me I had no idea what love was.  Said she wasn't getting enough from me.

CONNER sitting in the arm chair a D.V. camera is now on a tri-pod in front of him.  Grabbing a butt from a near by ash tray, CONNER lights it.

On the floor is a picture 'SYLPH'.  The glass it was set in is shattered, as though punched.

CONNER looks down at the picture.  CONNER starts to weep silently at first.

The previous night, CONNER is trashing the apartment. 

CONNER sees the picture hanging on the wall and slams his fist into it.

CONNER (V.O.)

Where did I learn to love?  Why is my ideal of it so fucked up?  What is wrong with me that I lost such an angel?  Love is god; love is a light that sees us through the sea of darkness.  Why did god curse us with something so powerful?  Fuck god, and fuck love!

CONNER continues to pound his fist into the wall.  Blood pours from his fingers, as he grinds the frames glass into his fist.

CONNER sitting in the arm chair, he is now seen through the D.V. CAMERA's LENS.  He is slowly cutting his wrist with a steak knife.  It isn't going so well.  He continues stroke after stroke, barley breaking the skin.

CONNER the previous night flops down into the arm chair and lights a smoke, blood pouring from his knuckles.  In his hand he holds the picture of 'SYLPH'.

CONNER (V.O.) (CONT'D)

Steak knifes are no good.  Maybe I'm just a good for nothing pussy fuck up who can't even kill myself right. I know love. Oh yeah, I know love. Love hurts.  Where did I learn to love?

CONNER sitting in an arm chair, Once again he is seen through the D.V. CAMERA.  Blood has started flowing from his wrist now, but not in ever increasing amounts.

CONNER looks up into the D.V CAM lens.