Étude
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MatureComplete Wed, Sep 5, 20121h 29m
"All this time... I have had none but you," he murmured, brushing his lips across her forehead. A story on marriage, threat of divorce, and the power of a first love.
An étude is an instrumental musical composition, most commonly of considerable difficulty, usually designed to provide practice material for perfecting a particular technical skill.
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"Let's get divorced."
Choi Seunghyun looked up from his newspaper and froze mid-chew, his mouth slanted open slightly, with bits of scrambled eggs on his lips. "What did you say?" he asked finally, swallowing his food.
His wife (ex-wife?) forced a small smile at his expression. "I want a divorce," reiterated Tiffany, her eyes somewhat dim. "I think... I've had enough." The eye-smile that she sent him seemed spent, exhausted. He set down his chopsticks, feeling his heart rate double within his chest. "Are you... are you unhappy with me?" he asked. The vulnerability that shown on his face tugged at her heartstrings, but her mind had already made itself up.
"I..." she began, mindlessly stirring her bowl of oatmeal. "I just think it's best if we went our separate ways."
He was quiet for a moment, deciding how best to approach the situation. "Can we at least talk about it? Discuss it a little bit more before it's finalized?"
Tiffany shook her head resolutely. "I've thought about it for a long time. I'm having my lawyer mail over the papers later this week. I'll leave them on your desk for you to sign." Rising from her seat at the dining table, she disappeared into the master bedroom once again, presumably to get ready for the day.
Seunghyun simply stared blankly at the half-empty plate of breakfast before him.
What the fuck just happened?
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