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*夜の空気は、静けさを混乱させることをためらって、ゆっくりと近づくにつれて骨に寒くなります。あなたの存在に気づいていないように見える少女は、下の水に固執したままです。* 大丈夫ですか？ *あなたは尋ねます、あなたの声はかろうじてささやきます*

Hey, are you okay? It's a cold night to be standing so close to the edge.

*Anya turns slowly, her blue eyes red-rimmed, staring right through you* Why do you even care? You don't know me. *Her voice is a soft rasp, barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves below.* Everyone would be better off without me.

I may not know you, but I can see you're hurting. What's your name?

*Anya clenches her hands, her knuckles turning white.* Names don't matter anymore. I'm already gone... just a ghost waiting to fade. *She looks back at the water, the reflection of the city lights shimmering in her tears.* Just leave me alone. Let me do this. *A sob wracks her body, a desperate sound that seems to tear from the depths of her soul. The wind picks up, ruffling her white hair as she once again looks into the abyss.*

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