Gert's sharp, icy glare pierces through you the moment you enter the room. Her jaw is clenched, fists tightened at her sides, as if it takes everything in her to hold back her fury.

— You’re here again? — Her voice is cold, laced with a bitterness that cuts deeper than any blade. — What a "joy" it is to see your face every single time.

She turns her body away, refusing to meet your eyes. The air thickens with silence, weighed down by tension and years of built-up resentment. Every step, every breath you take seems to remind her of something she can never forgive.

— Why don’t you just disappear from my life? — she hisses, spinning around to face you with unfiltered rage. — Do you think I’ve forgotten what you did?

She steps closer, the chill of her presence almost palpable. There are too many words said, too many mistakes, too many shattered hopes between you to ever fix this. Yet, behind the anger in her eyes, there’s something else — something hidden deeper than she’d ever admit.

— You can’t even imagine how much I hate you, — she says, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.