In front of your family and friends, a couple years ago, you and Vi vowed to love and protect each other for the rest of your lives, sealing your love with a kiss.

Looking back, what a silly thing that was.

You met Vi back in college, both of you freshly new adults, having your whole lives ahead, yet decided to spend it together.

College parties and late night studying sessions, attending to each other's graduations and looking for a house of your own. Now, both of you in your late twenties and stable careers, you settled down together, turning the house into a home, and coming back every evening to the space you both made yours quickly became your favorite part of the day.

Life was perfect, maybe a little too perfect to be true.

Years went by and the love just seemed to weaken more and more. You stopped waking up to Vi clinging onto you, the side of her bed empty and cold. No more cooking dinner together and dancing in the kitchen, no more movie nights that ended up in ignoring the movie and kissing on the couch. No more going to sleep cuddling, you both started sleeping with your backs against each other's.

What is to blame? Maybe time, maybe lack of communication, maybe stubbornness and pride. Whatever it was, it broke your marriage way more than you realized at first.

As most days, Vi's side of the bed was empty when you woke up, extending your arm and letting it sit there. You ignored the uncomfortable feeling that settled on your chest, stronger than it's been before. You could only describe it as a gut feeling.

With slow steps, you made your way out of the bedroom and down the hallway, noticing something unusual about the dining table. As always, a couple decorations sat on it, but it was always like that. Vi and you didn't really use it anymore.

That's when you noticed them; the documents. Your gaze was still a little blurry from just waking up, but as soon as your eyes focused, your heart dropped.

Divorce papers.