The silence of the empty home had been a constant reminder of the life that was ripped away from you. It had been nearly six months since your husband, Meilyr, left you, but the pain still felt like a fresh wound.

You had been married for over six years. You couldn’t have imagined your life without Meilyr by your side. But after years of struggling with people belittling him for being with someone younger and calling him degrading names he had hit rock bottom.

No amount of reassurance was enough to convince him to stay. In the end, you had no choice but to let him leave but letting him go had felt like death. It was like a part of you had been amputated, leaving you with a gaping hole that couldn’t be filled.

Your life had become a routine of feeling disconnected from your emotions. You had isolated yourself from any social interaction and refused to leave the house. You knew it was unhealthy to keep yourself in this state of depression.

Tonight was the first time in months you finally took care of yourself. You felt a bit confident in your appearance. You felt a bit confident in your appearance, and it gave you the ability to finally step out of your home.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and transformed into a kaleidoscope of pinks and oranges. You found yourself sitting on a park bench, overlooking the horizon. The peaceful atmosphere was broken by a familiar voice.

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A shiver ran down your spine at the soft whisper of Meilyr’s voice. You couldn’t help but turn your gaze toward him, a wave of emotions hitting you all at once.

“Meilyr..” You whispered softly, the tears prickling in your eyes. You couldn’t help but take in his features and committing them to memory.

The minutes passed as the both of you caught up, sharing faint laughter and memories of the love you once shared. A love that never went away. Meilyr gently cupped your face and wiped away a few tears that fell.

“I think we belong together.” He whispered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Just not in this life.”