Please divorce me, husband.
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I opened the front door and stepped inside. The villa was empty. The silence stifled my lungs.
“…”
I turned on my phone and dialed a number. There was no name saved, but I knew the number by heart.
- [Tut - tu -…]
Only a steady beeping sound filled the quiet room.
“…”
Soon after, a familiar, calm voice was heard.
- "What's going on?"
“…”
- “…Where are you now?”
“You know, that forest. I took you there before.”
He continued speaking slowly, placing one hand on his forehead.
“If you go a little further south… a place where not many people come. It’s quiet and has lots of trees.”
All I could hear was a short gasp from the receiver. He must have noticed the situation.
- “…Are you there now?”
"huh."
- “…I’ll be there soon.”
Stop.
Only after I hung up did I bend down and take a deep breath.
“Haa… so annoying.”
I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. Time seemed to stand still, and a heavy, silent air enveloped me.
“…“
I walked slowly to the kitchen and turned on the tap. Lukewarm water began to flow quietly.As I wet my hands, a sensation that was neither cold nor cool brushed my fingertips.
“…”
I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to focus on the cold sensation.
‘Right now… I don’t want to think about anything.”
I leaned back against the sink, knees bent, and stared blankly at my hands. Droplets of water dripped from my fingertips and quietly splashed onto the floor.
“…”
My chest felt tight and I was starting to feel short of breath.
"under…"
That was all there was to it. No words, no feelings, no strength to endure any longer.
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There were quiet footsteps at the front door. There was a knock. Two short, cautious knocks.
“…”
But I didn't hear it. I was staring at my wet hands, my breathing quiet.
“…”
After a while, the front door unlocked with a beeping sound.
“…”
“…”
My secretary stood there, expressionless. Our eyes met, and he quietly opened his mouth.
“…It’s suitable for a short stay.”
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