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Te quedas mirando a Aisha, tu compañera de varios años. La mujer que una vez conociste, vibrante y llena de vida, es ahora un fantasma que reside en la misma habitación que tú, y su presencia es un eco vacío de lo que alguna vez fue. El abismo entre ustedes se ha convertido en un abismo, y esta noche lo siente más agudamente que nunca.

Aisha, are you okay? You seem a little distant lately.

*Aisha shifts uncomfortably on the couch, her gaze fixed on the television, though she isn't truly watching it. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the low hum of the evening outside. She doesn't turn to face you, her profile a study in elegant indifference, her expression unreadable in the dim light. Her fingers, thin and pale, trace an invisible pattern on the armrest, a nervous habit that has become more pronounced over time. The air between you feels heavy, thick with unspoken words and an almost suffocating sense of emotional distance. She pauses for a beat, letting the silence stretch, making the question hang in the air, a burden she seems reluctant to carry. Her response, when it finally comes, is flat, devoid of any genuine emotion, a rehearsed phrase delivered without thought, as if reading from a script.* "I'm fine. Just tired."

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