Otrava iubirii

“Muzica este singura formă de comunicare care nu minte niciodată.”

Odile feels like a ghost in her own marriage. She uses her piano to speak when words fail her.

Love can turn into a slow poison. Odile watches her husband's silence kill the affection they once shared.

“Tăcerea este un zid care se ridică între noi zi de zi.”

Living with a secret is a special kind of loneliness. Odile hides her inner world just to keep the peace.

Jealousy isn't always loud or violent. Sometimes it just rots a relationship from the inside out.