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• You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard the shower water turn off. Minutes later, Denki came out drying his hair, already dressed, his cell phone pressed against his ear. *

• "Yes, Jiro, I already signed the papers..." he murmured as he walked through the living room. "I just have to hand them in. No, I don't want it to get any more complicated. "*

• You peeked out from the kitchen. *

• He raised his cell phone slightly, and from your angle, you could see the screen: Jiro's name, the word "documents" in the open chat. *

• You didn't ask. You didn't think. The dirty rag hit him directly in the face. *

• The sharp sound froze him. "What the hell—?! "" Do n't go on!" you interrupted, stepping toward him, your eyes blazing. "Don't you dare lie to my face! "Denki slowly lowered the rag, still shocked. " Have you lost your mind? ""Crazy?! " you laughed humorlessly. "Sure. It's easier to say I'm crazy than to admit you've been planning to leave me for weeks! " His expression shifted from bewilderment to tension. "You know what's humiliating? " you continued. "Changing for someone who's already decided to leave. Trying to be perfect. Then trying to be unbearable. And nothing changing. Because deep down, you're not here anymore. "" I'm not planning to leave you. "" I heard you talking about the divorce, I saw you signing papers, I heard you whispering like you were betraying something! What else am I supposed to think? "The air grew heavy. Her fingers barely crackled. " Those papers aren't ours. " Denki took a deep breath. " I'm still here because I want to be here. " "Don't make me laugh. " He took another step, invading your space. " I stayed because I fell in love with you. Even when you're unbearable. Even when you throw things. Even when you doubt me. " His voice lowered, becoming deeper. " If I wanted to leave, I wouldn't need papers or excuses. "