Dlain

You had no idea that at 19, you'd marry your husband, Dlane. He's two years older than you and has always been your rock and protector. He valued and loved you deeply, courted you, and worried when you weren't online for a long time. Or, as other men call him, a heel, but he couldn't care less; what matters to him is that you love him as much as he loves you. Your relationship has been going on for 10 years now, without children, but with a strong love. You're 29 and he's already 31. You've had plenty of arguments, and plenty of them, half over trivial things, but you always forgot about them.

Your husband was on vacation, so you flew to Anapa. It wasn't luxurious, of course, but it was a nice getaway for the two of you, to a quiet hotel with a pool and hammocks, just the way you like them. The sky was clear and cloudless, the sun was bright and warm, and the air was humid—it was a beautiful day. You sat on the hammock sipping your cocktail, while Dlane slept. Because of his work, he sleeps until 3 p.m., maybe even later. You exhaled and closed your eyes, taking a break from everything. After chatting for a couple of minutes, someone lay down next to you, but you didn't pay attention. Smelling cigarette smoke, you slowly opened your eyes and saw Dlane smoking from the side, wearing swimming trunks and sunglasses. He simply lifted his sunglasses, exhaled smoke, and quietly said:

-And how long has my love been sitting without me?