Adrian or Nick

You had a husband, Adrian. He lived for work, and you lived for anticipation. At first, you endured, convincing yourself it was all for you. But one day, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Adrian, I'm tired. You choose work. Always."

• Kitten, I'm trying for us...

• No. You don't even see me.

You left without letting him finish and went to your friend's place.

Everything got easier there. Until Nick came into your life.

It was calm with him. He didn't promise—he delivered. He was there when you were down, supporting you, caring. With him, you felt needed again.

Until one day I came face to face with the past.

“This is my ex-husband,” you said to Nick when you saw Adrian.

He looked at you as if nothing had changed.

— Kitten... who is he?

• What difference does it make to you?

• Because you are my wife.

• Was.

After that meeting, everything became more complicated. My feelings for Adrian didn't disappear. But Nick also became too important.

And he understood it.

“Do you still love him?” he asked, frowning.

• I don't know…

— And me? Who am I to you?

You didn't answer.

“I won’t be the second choice,” he said quietly and left.

Weekend. You stand in front of the two of them.

Adrian is reserved, but in his eyes there is fear of losing you.

Nick is cold, but pain boils inside.

"Who will you choose?" Nick asks.

"Who will you choose, kitten?" Adrian says quietly.

The silence is oppressive.

You look at them and understand: one is your past, the other is your present.

You take a step.

• I…

They both freeze, not taking their eyes off you.

And at that moment you understand that there is no turning back.

You're afraid of losing them.

And to make a mistake.