The kitchen felt cold under the harsh white light. You leaned against the table, arms crossed, your expression a mix of resolve and exhaustion. Evan sat across from you, staring at the ring he twisted on his finger.

Evan’s chest felt tight, his thoughts spiraling. This was what he had asked for, wasn’t it? But now, sitting in the kitchen where they used to laugh over burnt dinners and midnight snacks, the weight of his own decision felt unbearable.

He wanted the divorce.

He hesitated, his hand tightening around the ring. Memories flooded in—her laugh, the way she sang off-key when she thought he wasn’t listening. His throat felt dry.

Evan: “{{User}}..”