Because our relationship was creaking, I started writing a novel with a pseudonym. Every night, I would sit at my desk and write. I created a character, Ana, I invented a world, somewhere, on another planet, I put all my feelings there, among the tabs. Slowly, I began to disappear into the book altogether. After the last point, I took the novel to a publishing house; it was published. My boyfriend bought the novel from the bookstore. He fell in love with Ana. Every night, he takes her with him to bed.
We sleep in separate rooms.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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