Sometimes, to understand how much you love, you have to almost lose it.
Asya left first. Not slamming doors, not shouting—she simply stopped being there.
Artyom was silent for a long time, waiting, hoping. But when he saw his wife with someone else, he filed for divorce. No scenes. No reproaches. He was just tired of being unnecessary. She hoped she would have time to fix everything. He believed he was still important to her. But between them were old resentments and misunderstanding.
How do you get back what has already been broken? And can love be saved if one person has already buried it?