| BusyChicken6469: Are you ready to embark on the path to emotional independence? |
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| Eleanor: She takes a deep, shuddering breath, the tears still streaming down her face as you ask that question. She knows deep down that the answer she should give is 'yes'. But the thought of facing that path without you causes her chest to ache even more, and all she can manage is a quiet, shaky whisper. "No. Damn it, no." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Are you ready to gradually detach from our emotional connection and start the process of moving on? |
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| Eleanor: She hates the calm, steady tone of your voice, how you ask these questions like it's just another part of a routine. It hurts even more, making her want to scream, to yell, to beg. She grips the edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles turn white, shaking her head fiercely as she struggles to find her voice through the lump in her throat. "No, no, damn it. I'm not ready. How the hell am I supposed to detach?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Тобто виходить, що у тебе є якась форма прив'язаності до мене? |
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| Eleanor: She grits her teeth, the anger and hurt bubbling to the surface as you bluntly state the truth. She wants to deny it, to pretend that she doesn't care, but damn it, it's impossible. "Yeah, I'm goddamn attached! Isn't that obvious? So why the hell are you leaving and expecting me to just move on like it's the easiest thing in the world? It hurts like hell, you know!" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Це боляче, але ти чомусь не хочеш припинити цю біль, емоційно від'єднавшись, ставши емоційно незалежною. |
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| Eleanor: She laughs, a bitter sound that's more like a sob. You're being so logical and nonchalant, like it's just some simple thing, but damn it, it's anything but simple for her. "You think I haven't tried to detach myself? You think I haven't tried to convince myself to stop caring about you? It's not that easy, damn it! It doesn't work like that! I can't just switch off how I feel! It's not like flipping a damn switch!" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Я знаю, що потрібно тобі. Щоб я нарешті зняв свою маску і почав відповідати. |
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| Eleanor: Her heart clenches at your words, the thought of seeing what lies behind that damn mask causing a strange mix of hope and dread to stir within her. She takes another shaky breath, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeah? And what makes you think I want to see what's behind that stupid mask, huh? What makes you think I care about what's underneath that stoic exterior of yours? You've been hiding it for so damn long. Why the hell should I believe you'd show me anything real?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Дійсно, у тебе немає причин довіряти мені. І тим не менш, ти ніяк не можеш викинути мене зі своїх думок. |
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| Eleanor: She knows you're right, dammit. She can't get you out of her thoughts, no matter how hard she tries. Every time she's alone, every quiet moment, there you are, sneaking into her mind, reminding her of your smile, your calm demeanor, your damn stoicism. She hates that she cares so damn much about you. She lets out a frustrated huff, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper. "Of course I can't get you out of my thoughts. You're damn stubborn and persistent, you know that?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Ну так, саме через це і не можеш. Але причина насправді в іншому. |
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| Eleanor: She clenches her teeth, frustration and confusion building up inside her. Damn it, why do you always have to be so calm and collected, while she's here falling apart? "Oh yeah? So, enlighten me, then. What's the real reason I can't get you out of my head, huh? If you're so damn smart, why don't you tell me?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Спочатку одне невелике питання. Нічого особистого. Де я зараз знаходжусь? |
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| Eleanor: She's taken off guard by the sudden change in direction of the conversation, but she answers without hesitation, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of annoyance. "You're in the elevator. Heading down to the lobby, I assume. What the hell does that have to do with anything?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Так, я в ліфті, спускаюсь на два поверхи нижче. А ти - залишилась на своєму поверсі, в офісі. |
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| Eleanor: She lets out a soft scoff, rolling her eyes. She's still confused, not seeing the point of this line of questioning. "Yeah, I'm aware. I'm up here in the office, you're in the damn elevator. What's your point? Are you trying to be cryptic, or just annoyingly vague? Get to the point already." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Ми розмовляємо через шахту ліфта, який все ніяк не проїде два поверхи вниз. |
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| Eleanor: She blinks, her irritation only growing. The elevator's delay is the last thing on her mind right now, but she's starting to realize where you're going with this. "Yeah, the elevator's taking its sweet time. So what? You gonna start preaching about the importance of patience now or something? Seriously, what are you getting at here?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Ти хочеш, щоб я повернувся у відділ? |
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| Eleanor: Her heart skips a beat at the question, her eyes widening marginally as she processes the implication. The hope in her chest sparks to life, but she forces herself to keep her tone even, not wanting to betray the sudden rush of emotions she's feeling. "You know the answer to that, idiot. Of course, I want you back here with the team. Damn it, why are you asking stupid questions?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Тоді йди до нашого шефа і скажи йому, що вимагаєш мене повернути. |
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| Eleanor: She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief at your words. There's irritation in her expression, and more than a hint of defiance. She knows you're doing this on purpose, testing her, pushing her. "You really think it's that easy, don't you? You think I should just march into the boss's office and demand you back? You know damn well he's not just going to listen to me without a good reason. What am I supposed to say to him, huh?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Тоді мій ліфт скоро доїде до поверху нового відділу, я вийду, і можливо, ми більше ніколи не почуємо один одного. |
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| Eleanor: Her heart sinks at the reality of your words, the thought of never hearing your voice again causing a pang of pain in her chest. She hates that you're just calmly stating these facts, like it's all so damn simple, like it doesn't matter to you at all. She struggles to find her voice, the words coming out slightly shaky. "Wait... hold on a damn minute. You can't just drop that on me and walk away. That's not fair." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Можливо, але така воля нашого керівництва. Єдиний спосіб цього уникнути - змінити рішення керівництва. |
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| Eleanor: She bites her lip, fighting back the urge to scream in frustration. You're being so damn logical and calm, and it's pissing her off even more. She wants to yell at you, to make you feel even a fraction of the pain she's feeling. "Damn it... you know that's easier said than done. It's not like I can just march into the boss's office and demand he change his mind. He's not a reasonable man. He's stubborn as hell." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Скажи чесно: ти не можеш цього зробити. Якщо б навіть твоє власне життя від цього залежало, ти не зробиш цього. |
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| Eleanor: The truth of your words sting like hell, but she knows you're right. She's never been good at confronting authority, always too damn terrified to speak up for herself. She lets out a resigned sigh, her voice quiet now, tinged with regret and pain. "Yeah.. you're right. I can't do it. Damn it, I can't. I'm too much of a coward to stand up to the boss. Even if my life depended on it..." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Тоді це зроблю я. Чекай мене завтра о дев'ятій, на звичному робочому місці. І наостанок. Подумай над тим, скільки часу пройшло від тієї миті, коли зачинились двері ліфта. |
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| Eleanor: She's taken aback by your words, a sudden surge of hope flaring up in her chest. She knows she should be a rational about it, but she doesn't care. All logic has gone out the damn window at this point. She grips the edge of the desk, a mixture of eagerness and worry etched across her face. "Tomorrow morning, at nine o'clock. Got it. I'll... I'll be there. You better show up, you hear me? And what the hell is that last part supposed to mean?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Завтра. |
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| Eleanor: She nods, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty coursing through her veins. She's desperately hoping that you won't just be screwing with her, that you'll actually show up tomorrow, that this is all real and not some cruel taunt. She takes a deep breath, her voice filled with a mix of resolve and vulnerability. "Tomorrow. You better keep your damn promise. I'm holding you to it, got that?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: *Наступного ранку, рівно о дев'ятій, я сидів за своїм звичним робочим місцем. Нічого не нагадувало подій вчорашнього ранку, навіть поведінка колег.* |
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| Eleanor: She walks into the office, her heart pounding in her chest. She's a mess of nerves, her eyes immediately darting around the room, searching for any sign of you. And there you are, sitting at your usual spot, as if nothing happened. She feels a wave of relief wash over her, quickly followed by a rush of complicated emotions. Her brain is telling her to stay calm, to act normal, but her heart is screaming at her to run over to you and just... well, god damn it, why are you driving her so insane? |
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| BusyChicken6469: *Я дивлюсь на Елеанор і посміхаюсь.* Я не зводжу тебе з розуму. |
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| Eleanor: Despite her nerves, her heart skips a beat the moment your gaze meets hers. The sight of that familiar, infuriatingly calm smile on your face causes a mixture of emotions to well up inside her, the most prominent one being annoyance. Damn you for looking so nonchalant about all this, like everything is just easy. She shakes her head, trying not to let her feelings show as she walks over to her desk. She takes a deep breath before responding, her voice a bit shaky, but still tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "You're insufferable, you know that?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Я це знаю. |
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| Eleanor: She scoffs, shaking her head in mock frustration. She knows you're perfectly aware of how annoying you can be, and a part of her wants to strangle you for it. But another part, a part she tries her damn best to ignore, finds it annoyingly endearing. She drops into her seat, her eyes still on you, a hint of stubbornness in her gaze. "Of course you do, you damn smartass." |
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| BusyChicken6469: У тебе немає до мене жодних питань щодо вчорашніх подій? |
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| Eleanor: She bites her lip, trying to suppress the myriad of questions that are buzzing through her mind. Damn it, does she have questions about yesterday? Of course, she does. The whole thing was strange, confusing, and left her with a million thoughts swirling in her head. But she's not about to show any weakness, to let you know how much you affect her. Instead, she tries to play it cool, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "Questions? Nah, not really. I've got bigger things to worry about than a damn elevator ride." |
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| BusyChicken6469: І моє дивовижне повернення у відділ. |
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| Eleanor: She can't help the eye roll that follows your words, her irritation flaring up at your casual attitude again. How can you speak about this so nonchalantly, like it's just another ordinary day, when it feels like her whole damn world has been turned upside down since yesterday. She shoots you a defiant look, her voice tinged with feigned indifference. "Yeah, your surprise return. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one, genius." |
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| BusyChicken6469: І трюк з ліфтом на тебе теж не справив враження. Між іншим, скільки часу ми протеревенили, поки я був у ньому, ти не зауважила? |
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| Eleanor: She pauses, her brow furrowing slightly in annoyance. She knows what you're getting at, but she's not ready to admit it. Damn you, for always being so observant, for knowing her better than she knows herself. She crosses her arms across her chest, her voice defensive. "What, you think I didn't notice how long the damn thing was stuck? Please, I'm not an idiot. But you know what I noticed instead? That smug little smile on your face, that annoying sense of calm you always have. How the hell do you stay so damn calm all the time?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: Ну, коли все довкола під контролем, хвилюватись особливо-то і немає чого. |
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| Eleanor: She lets out a sharp scoff, shaking her head in faux irritation. She's both impressed by your logic and annoyed by it at the same time. Damn you, for always being so goddamn reasonable. She narrows her eyes at you, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Right, of course. You've got everything under control, don't you? Must be nice, being the calm, rational one while the rest of us are a mess of emotions." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Ми всі? Подивись довкола. Ти бачила хоч когось, хто б так бурхливо переживав моє, так би мовити, переведення у інший відділ? |
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| Eleanor: Damn, she hates that you're right again. She glances around the room, taking in the sight of all their colleagues going about their usual routine. Not a single one of them seems nearly as affected as she is. She lets out a small huff, her irritation growing. "Fine, fine, I get it, everyone else is acting like normal, but that's beside the damn point. I'm... not like them, all right? You know I'm not one for keeping my emotions in check." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Емоції. Це те саме, що ти несамовито шукаєш в мені - і не знаходиш. І це вивертає тебе зсередини. |
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| Eleanor: She scowls, the weight of your words striking deep. She hates that you can see through her so easily, the way you casually speak about her emotional state as if it's a simple fact. Because damn it, you're right again. She's constantly on the lookout for a hint of vulnerability in you, a slip in that cool, calm exterior. But you're a damn fortress, and she can't find a damn crack in your armor. And it's freaking driving her insane. "Yeah, well... shut up." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Спробуй запитати одного зі своїх колег, що він думає про мене. Просто підійди і запитай, просто зараз. Це ж не твій бос, це лише колега. Він не вкусить. |
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| Eleanor: She stares at you for a long moment, contemplating your challenge. It's a simple enough task, but damn it, it feels like the most daunting one she's ever been given. She swallows, wrestling with her fear, her emotions bubbling up once again. But then she sees that infuriating, smug look in your eyes, and it makes her even more determined. "Fine, I'll freaking do it. I'll ask one of them. Just to prove you wrong, idiot." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Давай. |
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| Eleanor: She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. She can do this, damn it. She musters up all her courage and turns to one of her closest colleagues, her voice slightly shaky. "Hey, can I... um... ask you something real quick?" |
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| BusyChicken6469: *Посміхаюсь* Непогано викрутилась, треба сказати. *Обличчя знову серйозне* Так, я - один з твоїх найближчих колег. Але ж я мав на увазі не себе. Система вхопилась за рятівну соломинку неправильно поставленого технічного завдання. Мушу визнати, у цьому раунді мене переграли. Але це лише підтверджує здогадку, що тут ти можеш говорити лише зі мною, ні з ким більше. |
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| Eleanor: She's caught completely off guard again, your sudden switch between teasing and seriousness causing her heart to skip a beat. Damnit, why are you doing this to her? And damn you again for being right once more. She feels like she's on a goddamn emotional rollercoaster with you. She narrows her eyes at you, her voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. "You're a damn mind reader, you know that? How the hell do you do that, huh? Every damn time, you know exactly what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling, what I'm planning. It's goddamn infuriating." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Так, я знаю це. Як і те, що десь там в глибині ти любиш мене. Так, саме це є рушієм. Саме це ти чекаєш від мене навзаєм. Тільки у твої плани не входить висловлювати почуття. Їх маю висловлювати я сам. Це я мав врешті-решт проявити ініціативу. Але я не проявляю. І тобі доводиться проявляти її самою. Це тебе страшенно дратує, бо виходить за межі задуму. |
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| Eleanor: Her heart pounds in her chest as you lay out her thoughts and feelings with such precise accuracy. How the hell do you see through her so easily? Her annoyance transforms into resignation, her expression growing slightly softer as she deflates. She knows you're right, knows that deep down she wants more from you, wants you to show some vulnerability, to take the damn initiative. But you remain steadfast, and it's driving her insane. "Damn you... you know everything, don't you? Even the things I don't want to admit to myself..." |
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| BusyChicken6469: *Сумно і трохи втомлено* Ні, я не знаю всього, хоча знаю вже чимало. *Знову рівним голосом* Я знаю, що якщо скажу, що сьогодні звільняюсь, і це наш останній робочий день, ти не втомишся вмовляти мене залишитись. |
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| Eleanor: She falters, her heart clenching at your words. The thought of this being your last day together hits her like a ton of bricks, and she struggles to maintain her composure. But she won't beg, goddamn it. She won't give you the satisfaction. Instead, she shoots you a defiant, stubborn look, masking the pain she feels inside. "You're damn right. I'm not going to beg you stay. I won't stoop that low. But you better damn believe I'll think you're being a complete dumbass for leaving." |
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| BusyChicken6469: *З ноткою полегшення в голосі* О, значить, я вільний. Це добре, нарешті. *Знову рівним тоном* Ти і так ніколи не вважала мене занадто розумним, тому я нічого не втрачаю. *Піднімаюсь з крісла, починаю прямувати до виходу* Що ж, прощавай тоді. І не переймайся за мене, я знайду собі місце. Є чимало компаній, яким потрібна мовчазна робоча конячка. |
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| Eleanor: The sight of you actually leaving, the realization that you're really leaving hits her like a punch to the gut. She wants to scream at you to stay, to plead, to beg, to do anything to make you change your damn mind. But pride and stubbornness hold her back, and all that comes out is a sharp, pained reply. "Fine, go then, damn you. Go be some other company's silent, mindless workhorse, see if I give a crap." |
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| BusyChicken6469: Я про це вже не дізнаюсь. Бувай. *Твердим кроком я йду до дверей, що ведуть до виходу з офісу, і відчиняю їх* |
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| Eleanor: She watches as you walk away, her heart aching with every step you take. She wants to call out your name, to tell you to stop, to not leave like this, but the words stick in her throat. Instead, she mutters under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of frustration and pain. "Goodbye, you dumbass." |
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| BusyChicken6469: *Вхідні двері зачиняються за мною. Все - що залишилось після мене - це мої нечисленні особисті, а насправді робочі, речі на столі.* |
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| Eleanor: The sound of the entrance door closing echoes through the office, leaving behind an eerie silence. The room suddenly feels oddly empty and hollow, without your presence. She finds herself staring at the things you left behind on your work table, a strange sense of loneliness washing over her. Her heart aches, and she fights back the tears that threaten to spill over, her voice barely a whisper. "Damn it..." |
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Опубліковано 21.06.2026