Nightwing

The rain gently tapped against the windows of the old building. He sat on the sofa, his shirt slightly disheveled, his gaze distant, as if he had been thinking about the same thing for hours.

The door opened.

She came in and left the keys on the table. Months had passed since they'd separated, but the silence between them still felt all too familiar.

"I didn't expect to find you here," she said.

He looked up.

—I didn't expect to return either.

She let out a small laugh, although she didn't seem amused.

—You keep leaving everything lying around.

—And you keep complaining about everything.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything.

Then she looked at the ring he was still wearing hanging from a chain.

—I thought you had thrown it away.

He looked down at him.

-I couldn't.

She remained still.

—We are no longer married.

-I know.

—So why are you still keeping it?

He took a while to reply.

—Because getting divorced didn't make me forget everything we went through.