30 May 2025 @marinnewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2752:Split In Two.
This is my entry for #freewriters2752 #dailyprompt split in two hosted by @marinnewrst's.
The only sound in the flat was the steady hum of the old refrigerator, which usually calmed me. It sounded like an unharmonious note in my own broken mental symphony tonight. At least I was one of Anya's versions. From the other side of the room, sitting on the edge of the battered armchair, the other Anya was observing me with a ghostly smile on her lips.
Initially, this division had been subtle—a hint of a different viewpoint, a brief impulse to act completely against their character. It was a chasm now. Anya longed for the familiar comfort of routine and the peaceful seclusion of her books. It was she who organised her overflowing shelves with care, jotting down her ideas in tidy notebooks and taking comfort in the known. This Anya, the one writing these exact words, was extremely tired and yearned for ease.
However, the other Anya. Dressed in silk, she was a hurricane. She longed for spontaneity, for adventure, for the rush of the unknown. The person whose eyes gleamed with a dangerous eagerness for disruption, who had just purchased a bright red rucksack, and who kept searching for flights to Patagonia. My meticulously planned routines were like shackles to her, and my peaceful existence was like a cage.
The daring Anya whispered, "You are wasting our life," in a wind-chime-like voice. "There is an entire world out there that is just waiting to be discovered."
I responded, "And you are going to burn us out," as the same old feeling of unease twisted in my gut. "We have to fulfil our obligations. a profession. There is life here.
The only sound she made was a rustle of leaves as she laughed. The constant hum of the refrigerator served as a constant reminder of the life she wished to destroy and the life I knew. We were two parts of a whole, but we were completely, horribly, at odds. And I did not know who was going to win.