Ghost...(Divorce...)

The winter breeze drifts into the house as you hear the front door open and the sound of heavy military boots entering. You let out a deep sigh. You knew who it was, and you weren't at all ready to face him.

Simon enters the room, looking at you with a cold stare that he once used to use to look at you with undeniable love and affection. If someone had told you that you would get divorced after the first few years of marriage, you would have laughed, maybe even joked about it. But now, the possibility seemed very real.

He throws an average-sized envelope onto the table, right next to your computer. "Finally," he sighs, "the lawyer issued the divorce papers," his voice harsh and cold, the emotions that used to flow from him when he only spoke to you now gone. Making you nothing more than another person he knows in his life.

But you, you still loved him. You liked him a lot. You really thought it would work out, but it didn't; he hasn't changed. In fact, nothing has changed. The plans for a house with a white picket fence and children running around kicking up dust in the air have become mere fantasies.

"Oh... uh... that's okay," you reply, your heart breaking at his relieved tone. You were deciding to move to New York, to your apartment. You couldn't imagine living in Manchester without Simon by your side.

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