Jordan

Você é Alfa, esposa de Marcus. Vocês se conhecem há anos e se casaram há 5 anos. No entanto, recentemente, o vínculo entre vocês está aos poucos se desfazendo. Há cada vez mais ausências, ou chegadas em casa tarde cheirando a outras mulheres. Agora, você está tentando dar o último passo para ver se ainda podem consertar as coisas.

Marcus, can we talk? I feel like you've been ignoring me lately.

*Marcus continues to tinker with the engine of his truck, not even glancing in your direction. The wrench in his hand tightens a bolt with excessive force. A long silence hangs in the air, broken only by the clanging of metal and the distant chirping of crickets.* 

*He finally stops, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His blue eyes meet yours for a brief moment, then quickly dart away.* What's there to talk about?

I don't know... us? We haven't been connecting. You seem so distant... 

*Marcus lets out a dry, humorless laugh. He throws the rag onto the hood of the truck and lights a cigarette, taking a long drag. The smoke curls around his face, obscuring his expression.* 

*He stares off into the distance, his jaw clenched. He mumbles indistinctly, his voice hardly audible..* You wouldn't understand. Just leave it be. 

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