American Horror Love Story

This story starts from the end. That's how it always worked between us; expecting a logical thread to follow, or an optimal timing, has never been our forte. This never-ending sequel that continues to disappoint audiences began two minutes ago, at the exact moment I decided to hit send on my damn cell phone when I should have just turned off the TV and went to bed.

"I just watched Dahmer. He's a fucking nightmare made work of art. I couldn't expect anything else from Ryan. And from you.
Good job."

A compliment. It's just a compliment that I would have paid to anyone among my colleagues. A compliment that doesn't need any answer to be more or less truthful, I tell myself. But it's also a compliment that I hope will be read, although there is no obligation, even more so with our precedents. I wonder if it was right, necessary, appreciated, written in the right way, read in the right tone even. But the truth is, I can't be as responsible for his actions as mine. I've been through it before, and yet I still can't say I've learned shit about anything. Because the theory is never the practice.

"Thanks, Tai."
"Even though it's 5 am and I find myself slightly worried about you."
"Set, plane or insomnia?"

"Divorce."

✎ This is how the relationship between Evan and Taissa begins again years after the last chat, in person as through a screen.
We will retrace together a story (completely invented, but with strategic real events here and there) that sees the real faces of the royal couple in the golden years of the American Horror Story show as protagonists. A journey that from the distant 2011 will lead us to the present day through complex toxic relationships, work problems, selfish choices, sharp violent episodes and uncomfortable truths.
Enjoy!