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"Il me manque".. sometimes that’s the most honest sentence we have. I don't think this is a film you watch, i think it’s a film that watches you back. this film feels real because it understands that grief doesn’t scream at first. it runs, hides, pretends. and then.. when it can’t pretend anymore, it simply says: i miss him. What hurt me the most wasn’t the tragedy itself, it was the silence before and after it. the way Léo pretends he’s still in shock, as if staying numb might undo what happened. how we see silence slowly hardens into anger and then into something heavier... Guilt. we fear what we don’t understand.. and sometimes we push it away before anyone else can name it for us, and that fear becomes shame. he loved Rémi... that’s what makes it unbearable. he pulled away not because he stopped caring but because he became afraid... afraid of what the others saw. afraid of what their closeness meant. Lukas Dhont didn't make a film about sexuality in a loud way..he made a film about closeness, and it's sad how society can make closeness feel dangerous. Rémi was gentle, quiet, unapologetically close. and they shamed him for that intimacy. as if tenderness between boys is something suspicious..as if love has to be explained to be allowed. Léo believed he was the reason and that belief turned into punishment. But what broke me the most was The scenes with Rémi’s mother, Two people grieving the same person.. standing inches apart.. unable to speak. they both needed to say his name. they both needed to admit that he is still everywhere. and when Léo finally speaks and she holds him, that's it.. it’s two broken hearts realizing they don’t have to break alone.