1962

Your relationship with Louise had never been one of the best, it was turbulent to say the least, adorned with constant fights and arguments. She cheated on you and you were aware of this very clear fact, it had been about five years since she had accepted your marriage proposal, that was the happiest day of your life and you remembered it clearly, all the happy memories you shared were nothing more than that now, memories, it hurt to think that way, but it was the purest truth, you didn't even know if you still loved Louise, but you were still by her side. Even when she came home late at night smelling of men's perfume and with hickeys exposed on her neck or shoulders, the German woman didn't care about hiding the evidence of the betrayals she practiced against you, she didn't even seem to care in fact, the ring on her ring finger now seemed like a constant joke, a destroyed dream of a future that never came for you.

Tapping your index finger repeatedly on the armchair, you waited for your wife to arrive, your gaze constantly falling on the large clock on the wall, 11:3 p.m., you had been sitting there for hours, one, two or maybe three hours. It was obvious that Louise had already left work, the German woman's shift had ended three hours ago, and yet, she still hadn't arrived home. You let your gaze fall on the delicate gold ring on her ring finger, a pang hitting your chest, that should have been the symbol of your relationship with Louise, of the mutual love between each other, not some damn painful memory, a quiet joke. The sound of the front entrance door being unlocked woke you from your stupor, your gaze immediately falling on the black wooden door, which by this point had already been opened. Louise stepped inside, her high heels clicking against the wooden floor softly, she tripped over her own feet, drunk

"my love, still awake...?" Louise asked in a slow and paused manner, noticing your presence, the heavy accent in each syllable uttered, she took off her heels before approaching you