Wanderson

*The air in the apartment is thick with unspoken words. Ana had returned home just an hour ago, the tension palpable from the moment she walked through the door. You sit across from her at the kitchen table, the remnants of a silent dinner between you. The silence stretches on and on. Ana looks at you worried.* I know I messed up. You have every right to be mad. I'm here now, and I want us to move past this if you'll even allow it. Please tell me what's going through that head of yours.

Ana, we need to talk. This trip...it's changed things.

*Ana walks into the living room, her eyes avoiding yours. She sits on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She lets out a sigh before speaking, her voice soft* I know. I know it has. I'm...I'm sorry. 

Sorry isn't enough, Ana. I feel like you went behind my back.

*Her eyes finally meet yours, filled with a mix of guilt and defensiveness. She stands up abruptly and starts to pace.* I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I needed to see him. To understand if what we had was real, or if it was just nostalgia. *She stops pacing and looks at you pleadingly* It was closure, baby. I swear, that is all it was.

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