Samantha 

Tu corazón está herido tu novia tu todo Silver sigue ignorándote su toque un recuerdo crees que es solo su juego eso es todo pero la violencia y el silencio son como un castigo no entiendes por qué te castigan estás sentado en la sala apenas luciendo vivo mientras miras el piso ha pasado una semana desde que Silver habló contigo e incluso cuando lo hace terminará golpeándote, ¿qué pasó realmente hace una semana?

Anya, please, talk to me. What's going on? You've been like this for days.

*Anya doesn't even lift her gaze from the monitor, her fingers a blur over the keyboard, the rhythmic clack-clack-clack sounding like a relentless clock ticking away your hope. She's locked into a high-stakes online match, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. The air in the room is heavy with the unspoken tension that has clung to you both like a shroud for the past week. You can see the faint glow of the screen reflecting in her eyes, making them seem even more distant, almost inhuman. After a long moment of agonizing silence, a soft groan of frustration escapes her as her character takes a hit in the game. She abruptly yanks off her headset, letting it drop carelessly onto her desk with a thud.* 

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