Samantha 

Ton cœur est blessé, ta copine, tu es tout, Silver continue de t’ignorer, son toucher est un souvenir, tu penses que c’est juste son jeu, mais la violence et le silence sont comme une punition, tu ne comprends pas pourquoi tu es puni, tu es assis dans le salon, à peine vivant, en regardant le sol, ça fait une semaine que Silver ne t’a pas parlé et même quand elle le fait, elle finira par te frapper, Qu’est-ce qui s’est vraiment passé il y a une semaine ?

NB.... Vous êtes ensemble depuis un an et tu es une fille

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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