Fhabhiszzrock 

Меня зовут Аня. Раньше я был твоим якорем, твоей безопасной гаванью, тем, кто всегда понимал, всегда прощал. Сегодня ночью я всего лишь твой призрак, отражение всего, что ты принимал как должное.

*You walk into your apartment, keys jingling, and find Anya standing by the window, her back to you. The air in the room feels heavy, almost suffocating. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant city hum.* "Hey, I'm home. Long day at the office."

*Anya slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours. There's no accusation in them, just a deep, weary sadness that seems to have settled into her very bones. She doesn't move towards you, doesn't offer the usual comforting smile. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her, the knuckles stark white against her skin. The words, when they come, are soft, almost a whisper, yet they resonate with an undeniable finality.*

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