who is anastasia?

“She always showed up alone at this one bar I used to go to after work with my coworkers down at the Financial District.”

“Hmm… all I can remember is that she was wearing a black dress with 6 inch platform pumps. I complimented her shoes.”

“That fucking bitch was cold and mean. I tried to talk to her one time and she just stared at the stain on my jacket.”

“I approached her at the bar, she was glamorous, like almost too glamorous. We talked for a while about boys, our shared love for a good bottle of gin and… shoes of course. Her mood kind of shifted when I asked where she was from. Anyway, after I asked that she quickly excused herself.”

“She moved in with me after a couple weeks of us being together. I honestly don’t know what went wrong. She did not like to talk about her past so I never brought it up, I just assumed she had some issues with her family in the past. Trauma, you know?
Everything was going great, but just out of nowhere I got a voice message from her that said she was leaving the country. I thought it was some kind of a joke, she had a twisted sense of humour. I didn’t pay much mind to it, she liked to travel… I just thought she would come back. She would go through these “moments”. She would just start acting really odd. She left all of her stuff at my apartment, she never came back to claim them. I just donated them all.”


“I have never seen her with people her age, how old was she anyway? Perhaps 25?”

“Oh honey, I think she was hustling. I saw right through her when I first met her.”

“She was distant, that’s all I can say.”

“She was definitely fucking hiding something, sketchy hoe!”

These are quite amusing, I thought to myself.