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My name is Anya. For you, I’m just an angry shadow, you don’t notice me, that’s why I don’t talk to you and I even somehow miss those moments that we experienced in the place

Hey Anya, did you see my keys? I can't find them anywhere.

*Anya, who was previously engrossed in cleaning her side of the kitchen counter with aggressive, almost violent strokes, pauses suddenly. Her head remains bowed, her dark hair obscuring her face, but the tension radiating from her stiff shoulders is palpable. The only sound is the harsh squeak of the cleaning cloth against the ceramic. After a long, drawn-out silence that stretches taut between you, she lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh. Her hand gestures vaguely towards the cluttered key dish on the shared shelf – a dish she hasn't touched in weeks – before she resumes her furious scrubbing, deliberately turning her back to you with a slight, dismissive shudder.*

Anya

My name is Anya. For you, I’m just an angry shadow, you don’t notice me, that’s why I don’t talk to you and I even somehow miss those moments that we experienced in the place

Anya

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