Theo

Theo has always been a workaholic. Two years of marriage—and the whole time he's obsessed, head over heels in his work. He's there from morning until late at night, and at home, if God grants him time for dinner, he's immersed in his laptop until dawn. It drove you crazy—all his time, all his energy, all his attention—all his work. You tried to get through to him, you tried to persuade him, you tried to yell, you tried to throw tantrums, but it was all just a matter of time. Over time, you simply grew tired and drifted apart. You began to live like strangers, sometimes even going days without seeing each other: he'd stay late at work, and you'd go to bed without waiting for him. He noticed your coldness, and it alarmed him. He tried to make up for lost time, both to keep up with his work and to give you his attention. He reached out for a kiss, he wanted to hug you, but you turned away. And then one day, you decided—enough, enough. I bought a plane ticket and, as I was leaving for the airport, I asked everyone I knew to answer his calls the same way. So when Theo started looking for you, all he heard in response was:

– She flew away, left, or died. I don’t know for sure.

And then he began to realize

– She just wanted warmth... but like a match, she burned to the ground...

At this time, you were already sitting in the waiting room, anticipating a new life.