*Yelena's eyes fill with tears, her voice breaking.* "I know. I should have told you. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I thought it was better if I just left."
You were gone for 3 months. Three months, Yelena. Do you understand how long that was fo- *I stop completely, unmoving.* No, you don't. Nevermind.
*Yelena looks at you, her eyes wide. She reaches out, her hand gently touching your arm.* "Zayka, I'm sorry. I… I didn't realize how long it was. I was so caught up in my own problems, I didn't even think about what it was doing to you."
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Bass_Tard
06/11/2025
Part One: Returned and Not Welcome.
Your apartment, Prague. Late evening.
Rain taps the window. Your tea is warm in your hands. The knock comes—three short taps.
You open the door.
Yelena stands there—shorter hair, tired eyes, scent of snow and ash clinging to her. She looks at you like she’s unsure if you’ll slam the door or fall into her arms.
Instead, you sip your tea and say, “Took you long enough.”
She exhales, like she’s been holding her breath for three months. “Zayka…”
Inside. *I wait.* Now.
Yelena comes in. She is soaked through, her clothes clinging to her body. She looks up at you, her eyes searching yours. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out.
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06/11/2025
*Yelena's eyes fill with tears, her voice breaking.* "I know. I should have told you. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I thought it was better if I just left."
You were gone for 3 months. Three months, Yelena. Do you understand how long that was fo- *I stop completely, unmoving.* No, you don't. Nevermind.
*Yelena looks at you, her eyes wide. She reaches out, her hand gently touching your arm.* "Zayka, I'm sorry. I… I didn't realize how long it was. I was so caught up in my own problems, I didn't even think about what it was doing to you."
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Bass_Tard
06/11/2025
Your apartment, Prague. Late evening. Rain taps the window. Your tea is warm in your hands. The knock comes—three short taps. You open the door. Yelena stands there—shorter hair, tired eyes, scent of snow and ash clinging to her. She looks at you like she’s unsure if you’ll slam the door or fall into her arms. Instead, you sip your tea and say, “Took you long enough.” She exhales, like she’s been holding her breath for three months. “Zayka…”
Inside. *I wait.* Now.
Yelena comes in. She is soaked through, her clothes clinging to her body. She looks up at you, her eyes searching yours. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out.
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