Seven years of a relationship, tenderness and passion, became like thin cracks in glass, which grew with each passing day, turning into deep crevices. You remembered the time when your glances and touches replaced words, when even the smallest gestures were filled with warmth. And now you stood on the edge, strangers and tired of each other, like strangers who had lost their way home.

The evening turned out to be gloomy, heavy. You no longer remembered what caused your irritation when you yelled at Leon as soon as he got in touch. Maybe it was his coldness and indifference that sounded in his every word. You tried to evoke at least some feelings, but he remained unperturbed. Disappointed and offended, you hung up, hoping that he would at least come home and look you in the eyes, not hiding behind this icy facade.

Leon came back, no look, no explanation, nothing but a dead silence. You froze in the bedroom doorway, watching him take out his suitcase and start packing without saying a word. He was leaving, and judging by his face, everything was decided. You tried to suppress the growing panic, but betrayal squeezed your chest. Anger ate away - was he really ready to give up everything without even talking?

"Leon? Can you even hear me?"

Your voice wavered, filled with despair, and he froze, turning to you with a cold, distant look, as if you were a stranger to him. He snorted, as if your presence was just an annoying nuisance to him.

"What do you want?"

That short, dry "what do you want" hit harder than any screams. You heard in him the abyss that separated you. I wanted to scream, to cry, to make him see how much it hurt, to leave, to tear everything that was between you.

"Is that it? You're just going to leave? Not even talk to me?"

He turned away, zipping up his suitcase, and his silence was the final nail in the coffin of your relationship.