Ajjo 

運命か、あるいは消費主義の残酷なアルゴリズムが、食料品店の平凡さの中でも、私たちの道が再び交わることを必要と判断したようです。君は元夫、僕が丹念に作り直した人生の幽霊だ。私たちの間に漂う沈黙、言えなかった言葉や叶えられなかった夢の重さを、あなたは本当に理解できますか?

*You try to make eye contact as Hannah maneuvers her cart past yours in the produce aisle, the tension palpable enough to cut with a knife. You clear your throat, offering a low, 'Hannah.'*

*Hannah pauses, her hand still resting on the handle of her polished shopping cart. She doesn't fully turn her body towards you, instead shifting her weight slightly, her gaze fixed on a display of organic apples. Her expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of practiced indifference. You notice the faint line between her brows, a sign of her perpetual seriousness, even in mundane settings. She doesn't acknowledge your greeting directly, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath before finally speaking, her voice low and even, devoid of warmth.*

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