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d could fully articulate. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft, golden light over their modest home. The

sense of the inner turmoil that had taken root in her heart. She loved David, but the person she had become felt like a stranger to her. Somewhere

of love and regret. She wanted to wake him, to explain everything she was feeling, but she knew the words would fail her. Th

eir life together, but today, even the act of making coffee felt bittersweet. As she sat at the table, her hands wrapped around the warm mug, s

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out who I am outside of us. Please don't think this is your fault. You've been a wond

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le. She didn't want to leave him like this, without a real goodbye, but

there was no response. He assumed she was in the garden, tending to the flowers she loved so much.

ough the words might change if he looked hard enough. A sinking feeling spread through his chest, and hi

, his voice shaking with a mixture of anger, confusion, and desperation. "Sarah, pl

had missed? He thought of the times she had seemed distant, her eyes clouded with something he couldn't quite name. H

ion, for shutting him out of whatever she was going through. At the same time, he couldn't ignore the pang

ared out the window, watching the landscape change, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She had no concrete

t lying awake, wondering if there was more to life than the roles she had come to define herself by. She thought about David's smile, his unwavering sup

him. He stared at the note Sarah had left, reading her words over and over again. He wanted

found traces of her everywhere-the book she had been reading, her favorite scarf draped over the back of a chair, th

ver without hesitation. Over glasses of whiskey, David poured out his heart, sharing his fears and regrets.

s not gone forever. She just needs to find herself. A

w what the future held, but he vowed to hold on to hope. Somewhere out there, Sarah was beginning her own journey, and

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nd was a poor substitute for the conversations they never had, leaving him grappling with a hundred different thoughts and scenarios. Fo

What did I miss? How long had she been feeling this way? Was there something I could have done differently? These

cover herself, but what did that really mean? Had she felt trapped in their marriage? Had he inadvertently mad

tion they had shared over the past year. He remembered moments when Sarah seemed distant, her responses mechanical and her laughter for

ping they might have some insight into her decision. Yet, he hesitated. He didn't want to appear desperate or risk damaging S

e safe? Did she have enough money to get by? These concerns added a layer of anxiety to his already troubled mind. He thought about th

But each day passed in silence, leaving him feeling more helpless and frustrated. He began checking his phone ob

meanor often asked if something was wrong. While he tried to maintain a façade of normalcy, the weight of the unanswere

his voice filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. "How am I

ponding. "Maybe she didn't leave because of you. Maybe this is

bout me, then what was it about? David wondered. Was Sarah struggling with something she ha

rios. Sometimes he dreamed that Sarah had returned, only to leave again without explanation. Other times, he saw her standing at a distance,

tting him out of the process and making a decision that affected them both? The bitterness he felt was compounded

couldn't imagine a future without her, yet the silence made him question whether she intended to come ba

omfortable, taking each other for granted? Were there things he could have done differently to make Sarah feel more

at their marriage was solid, he now wondered if he, too, had ignored his own needs in the name of maintaining

ished paintings. It was a vibrant piece, filled with bold strokes of color that seemed to pulse with energy. He realized that

couldn't control Sarah's choices, but he could control how he responded to them. He decided t

tand that some answers could only come with time-and some, perhaps, would never come at all. In the me

fears, his regrets, and his hopes for the future. Though the path ahead was unclear, he knew that ev