A Year Later, or Together Again

– And what are you doing here? You were going to go home. I was sure you’d already left, – her husband said, even though his voice made it clear: he didn’t feel particularly guilty.
– Kostya, is all your blood exactly where it should be? – Vlada fixed him with a hard stare. – I brought the keys to your mother’s apartment, as you asked. Only now, it looks like you won’t need them. So, it turns out you’ve “let the intern go” by contract, right?
– Vlada, you…
– You’ll say again that I understood everything wrong? That it’s not what I think? That it’s nothing, and you love only me? – Vlada laughed. – You know, Orchansky, none of these options works for me. Though, maybe it’s already too late. I’m filing for divorce.
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Love doesn’t have a final period. It just begins on a new line.
Divorce isn’t always the end. Sometimes it’s the beginning of true love.