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Ein ungewöhnlicher Zwischenfall auf einer Preisverleihung, eine Talkshow und Fish'n'Chips - manchmal braucht es nicht viel mehr, um das Leben zweier Menschen durcheinanderzuwirbeln...
Achtung! D...
The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling We could have had it all
"Rolling in the deep", Adele
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
The following Monday brings a change of routine. Not that Jasmin has altered anything, I have read her 'morning message' as usual and every day, I am glad it is there, since it is sometimes almost the sole reason that makes me want to get out of bed in the mornings. But this Monday, I have another message, and this one is from Joelle.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
As cryptic as always, but I wholeheartedly agree that we need to talk, my only fear is that we will - once again - agree to disagree. I dial her number while the coffee machine heats up.
"Hi", she says, and her voice sounds careful.
"Thanks for calling." Why so polite?
"Hi Joelle", I answer quietly and cannot help but notice that my heart is beating a bit faster than it should before its morning dose of caffeine.
"Listen, I don't have much time right now. Lots of things to do."
She takes a breath, and when I say nothing, she continues.
"I have found a lovely small apartment in the old part of Rotterdam and will sign the rental agreement this afternoon, if all goes as planned."
She pauses again, and I need to blink twice to understand what she just said. Apartment? Rental agreement? I swallow hard. She is serious. This is serious. My wife is starting a life without me. I clear my throat, but all I can say is "Okay?"
After a second of silence on the other end, I can hear her again.
"That's all your gonna say? Okay? Okay?! Fine! Well, I was going to ask you to pack up some of my belongings to send them up here, because I will obviously need more than just my summer clothes -"
"Are you serious?", I ask with a quiet voice.
"Is this how you want our life to end?"
I have stopped her torrent of words for a moment, but then she continues, albeit in a softer voice.
