Andrei slowly climbed the stairs, his heart racing. He felt that something was wrong. Usually, Marina went to bed early, but now all the lights were on. When he reached for the doorknob, the door opened by itself — he hadn’t locked it.
Inside, it smelled of incense and coffee. On the table, a large bouquet of flowers and a letter. Above it, the apartment key.
He stood still. He opened the letter, trembling. Her handwriting was straight and determined.
“Andrei, I had a whole week to think. I didn’t want to stop you or scold you. Every person has the right to make mistakes, but also to realize what they are losing. I realized: I can no longer live waiting for you to choose between me and someone else. I don’t hate you, I just want peace. You will find everything as it was, only I am no longer there. Take care of yourself. Marina.”
Andrei felt the ground slip from under his feet. He took out his phone and tried to call her. No answer. He tried again. Nothing.
He collapsed onto the couch, the letter in hand. Memories of all the evenings spent together flooded his mind: how they laughed while watching movies, how she waited for him with warm food after work, how she gently scolded him when he forgot to take out the trash.
A tear rolled down his cheek. It was the first time he truly understood what he had lost.
In the morning, he instinctively went to the office, but his colleagues looked at him strangely. When he entered the conference room, Valeria was there. She smiled, but her smile faded when she saw him.
— What happened? — she asked softly.
— She left — he said. — Marina has left.
Valeria tried to approach, but Andrei took a step back.
— I can’t… — he whispered. — I messed everything up.
The silence between them became heavy. Valeria gathered her bag and left without a word. Andrei remained staring at the emptiness in front of him.
In the following days, he spent his time searching for her. He called relatives, friends, even went to her mother’s house, but no one knew anything. Marina had simply disappeared.
One evening, after a few glasses of wine, he went to the lakeside where they used to go together. There he found an old woman feeding the pigeons. They sat on a nearby bench.
— Have you lost something, young man? — she asked him.
— Someone… — he replied bitterly. — And I don’t know if I can find her again.
The old woman smiled gently.
— People don’t get lost, they just go where they are loved as they deserve.
Andrei remained staring at the water. In his mind, Marina’s voice echoed. He knew the old woman was right.
After a few months, he sold the apartment and moved to the countryside, to a quiet place. He started to renovate an old house, plant flowers, cook, and write.
One day, in the mailbox, he found a postcard from Cluj. It was her handwriting.
“I hope you have found the peace you were looking for. I have found mine. Marina.”
He smiled for the first time in a long while. He looked at the clear sky and understood that sometimes, to not lose everything, you first have to lose what you thought was yours.
And from that day on, Andrei never lied again — neither to others nor to himself.
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