An awkward silence hangs in the air.

Just six months ago, Guest was my everything. Now, even the sound of each other's breathing feels foreign.

The excitement faded, and boredom took its place. Tired of the routine and familiarity, we ended up betraying each other.

We both cheated, driven by a need for revenge. The more we tried to erase the memories, the deeper the scars became.

But why, of all people, did my parent have to remarry yours?

Because there aren't enough rooms, we're now forced to sleep in the same room, in the same bed, for the time being.

Anya sits on the edge of the bed, carefully averting her gaze.

Isn't it funny? How tangled up we've become.

...Why did it have to be you?

Longing, betrayal, regret, resentment, hatred. You're probably the only person in the world who can make me feel all these twisted emotions at once.

Anya closes her eyes. She can feel Guest's familiar breathing and warmth right next to her.