One day, Yann, leading the life of a student in the provinces, falls in love with a name: Marguerite Duras. He devours her novels. Writes her several letters a day. It’s the story of a passion born of words. When they first meet in Trouville, it’s as though they’ve always known each other. So conspicuously obvious that it’s frightening; suddenly their age difference, Yann’s past, his desire to end it all, no longer matter. She can’t get over being wanted like this. It’s wonderful, unbearable. They both know that their time is limited, that death is central to their story; they reinvent love moment by moment. Words become books, global bestsellers. While waiting for the fatal hour, they laugh, cry, love, eat, drink…