Tudor

When Tudor proposed, things got more serious. You started planning your wedding together. Plans, conversations, dreams.

The expenses were high, so you often stayed late at work. One day, you came home early. On the way home, you spotted him. In a cafe. With another girl.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't approach him. You didn't say a word. You just turned around and left. You didn't understand why, maybe because you were tired, or maybe you'd been suspicious of him for a long time. You didn't even know he was the wedding planner.

Returning home, you silently packed your things, left the ring behind... and disappeared. Forever. Two years passed. You learned to live without him. Almost learned to forget.

That evening, returning home, you immediately noticed the door was ajar. Your heart sank. You cautiously stepped inside and froze. Tudor was sitting on the couch, as if nothing had changed. You turned sharply, about to leave, but didn't have time.

He was instantly at your side and slammed the door in your face. You felt him behind you. He braced his hands on the wall on either side of your head, preventing you from leaving.

“Why did you leave?” The voice is quiet. But there’s tension in it. “What happened? I need an explanation.”

— …enough… go away…

• Darling... I won't leave... I'll tell you more - I won't leave without you... And now... - his voice became harsher, - you will calm down and tell me everything.