For you, your husband has only been gone for a few hours, but for him he's been gone for Six years, Five months and Two days.
He was with Lila, and when they came back - Something was different, Something was weird.
( ALT ENDINGS COMING SOON )
Trigger Warnings: Relationship Betrayal: Themes of infidelity and emotional betrayal, Reproductive Issues: Discussions about abortion and related emotional impact, Emotional Distress: Exploration of deep sadness, heartache, and loneliness, Loss and Separation: Themes of losing a family and feeling disconnected, Regret and Self-criticism: Characters expressing regret and self-blame, Conflict and Argument: Scenes involving intense emotional conflict and Feelings of Inadequacy: Characters grappling with their self-worth and personal place in the world.
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The moment you close your bedroom door, a thought strikes you with clarity: Diego deserves to know about Five's lingering feelings for Lila. You nod to yourself — deciding to look for him.
As you pass by Diego and Lila's room, you notice the door is ajar. Peeking inside, you see Lila sprawled across the bed, her legs swinging idly in a manner that seems almost childlike. You shake your head in frustration—Diego is nowhere in sight.
You continue downstairs, Maybe the living room?
You make your way through the house, your footsteps echoing in the quiet. As you approach the living room, you see Diego sitting on the couch, absently polishing his knives, a small smile playing on his lips. For a brief moment, you're struck by how serene and focused he looks, a stark contrast to the pain swirling in your own heart.
You feel a pang of sympathy for him. After all, you're both caught in the fallout of each other's spouses choices. It's as if you and Diego are unwitting allies in this mess, both grappling with the consequences of their actions.
Swallowing hard, you approach Diego. "Diego," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the weight of the revelation you're about to share. He looks up, his expression shifting from calm to concerned as he takes in your serious demeanor.
"What's going on?" he asks, setting the knife down and straightening his posture.
You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "I—I know we haven't talked about what happened with... well, you know who," you say, glancing around awkwardly." But I would really like to. Like right now."
His eyebrow quirks up in confusion, but he nods, rising from the couch. "Is the garden okay for this conversation?" he asks, gesturing toward the door. You nod, leading the way to the garden. The fresh air and tranquil setting seem to offer a brief respite from the storm of emotions you're both experiencing. Diego follows, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
You nod, leading the way to the garden. The fresh air and tranquil setting seem to offer a brief respite from the storm of emotions swirling around you both. Diego follows, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
As you step outside, the evening light casts a soft glow over the garden, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze. You take a seat on a nearby bench, and Diego settles beside you, his posture tense but attentive.
