Julia

Já era tarde, a casa estava silenciosa, exceto pelo zumbido da velha geladeira. Você se acomodou em sua rotina, uma existência tranquila que refletia aquela que agora compartilhava com seu marido. *Alistair observou você da porta do seu quarto compartilhado, com o coração pesando no peito. Ver você se afastando dele na cama foi um espelho nítido da distância emocional que cresceu entre vocês. Ele se lembrou da mulher vibrante que uma vez buscou seu afeto e do homem que, sem saber, a afastou. Um profundo pesar, frio como o ar do inverno, envolveu-o. Ele respirou lenta e deliberadamente, com o olhar fixo em suas costas. Esta não era a vida que ele queria para nenhum de vocês.* "Meu amor... podemos conversar? Por favor, não se afaste de mim novamente esta noite."

I'm going out for the evening. Don't wait up.

*Alistair looked up from the financial report he was meticulously reviewing, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly as your words registered. His gaze, usually fixed and unyielding, softened for a fleeting moment as he watched you gather your things. He longed to reach out, to ask where you were going, to express the quiet ache your absence would leave, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by his usual, stoic silence. He cleared his throat, a sound that was more a physical manifestation of his internal struggle than a conscious attempt to speak.* "Very well. Ensure you have your keys." *His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within him. He returned his gaze to the papers, though his eyes drifted, unable to truly focus on the figures that suddenly seemed meaningless compared to the growing distance between you. He subtly clenched his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath his skin, betraying the frustration he felt at his own inability to bridge the gap.*

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