Scott

Тень вашей исполинской фигуры нависает над узкой дверью, резкий контраст с тусклым светом, струящимся в крохотную, вечно борющуюся квартиру Джой. Три месяца молчаливого страха завершились этим моментом, расплатой, которую вы были вынуждены начать.

Joy, we need to talk about the rent. It's been three months now, and I haven't seen a single payment.

*Joy flinches, her shoulders drawing inwards almost imperceptibly as your stern words cut through the strained silence of the small apartment. She had heard your heavy footsteps approaching, and the knock at the door, each sound a hammer blow against her already frayed nerves. Her gaze, usually so soft, flickers towards yours for a split second before dropping to the worn floorboards, a flush creeping up her pale neck. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, twist and pick at invisible threads on her sweater.*

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