Zina stood up in silence, took the cup from the table, and washed it mechanically, without saying anything. Warm water flowed over her fingers, but she felt only a cold emptiness in her chest. She kept wondering where that man had gone who used to make her laugh and encouraged her to move forward.
When they got married, she admired him for his calmness, for the way he talked about plans and a future together. But now… now it seemed they lived in different worlds. She worked, he looked for excuses. She brought money home, he brought complaints.
— I don’t want us to argue, Mihai, — she finally said, wiping her hands on a towel. — But you know well that the bills don’t pay themselves.
He leaned back in his chair and sighed.
— It all comes down to money, doesn’t it? To money and complaints.
Zina looked at him. In his eyes, there was no longer desire, just a weariness mixed with wounded pride. She wanted to understand him, but it was hard when day by day she felt the weight of the world resting solely on her shoulders.
— No, — she said slowly. — It all comes down to responsibility.
The next morning, Zina left for work earlier than usual. The building was quiet, only the elevator creaked from time to time. In her pocket, her phone vibrated — a message from her boss: “Prepare the documents for the trip. Departure is on Monday.”
When she arrived at the office, her colleague Irina gave her a look full of compassion.
— Leaving again?
— Yes. I couldn’t get out of it.
— What does Mihai say?
— What can he say… that I leave too often.
Zina smiled bitterly. She knew that after two weeks she would return home tired, but with the bills paid. And she would still cook, wash, and try to maintain an appearance of calm.
In the evening, when she returned, Mihai was sitting at the computer.
— I was thinking, — he said without turning around, — maybe I should come with you. Maybe I can find some work there.
— That’s not possible, it’s a restricted area for civilians. And anyway, you wouldn’t like the cold there, — she said, trying to hide her surprise.
He was silent. A few minutes later, he closed the laptop and approached her.
— You know, it’s not easy for me. Waking up and knowing you’re always gone…
— I know. But it’s not easy for me to leave either, Mihai. It’s just that someone has to keep this house standing.
The next day, she packed her bags. She carefully placed her clothes, folded a photo of the two of them, and put it in the inner pocket of her coat. Then, before closing the suitcase, she hesitated.
She looked around — that apartment, bought with her money, was the only proof that she hadn’t let life bring her down.
When Mihai came into the hallway, she calmly said:
— The keys are in their place. If you want to go to your mother’s while I’m away, I have no objections.
He looked at her for a long time but said nothing.
Two weeks later, Zina returned. The apartment was empty. On the table, a note:
“I’m sorry, I need time to find my way. Maybe one day I will deserve you.”
Zina sat on the couch, took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly.
— Maybe it’s better this way, — she murmured. — Maybe sometimes silence costs less than the love that weighs you down.
She looked out the window. The sun was setting over the buildings, and in that warm light, Zina understood that she hadn’t lost anything. She had only gained the freedom to start anew.
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