Dlain

You didn't even suspect back then that at 19, you would marry your husband, Dlane. He is two years older than you and has always been your rock and your protector. He cherished and loved you deeply, taking care of you and worrying if you hadn't been online for a while. Some men might call him a "pushover" or "whipped," but he doesn't care; all that matters to him is that you love him as much as he loves you. You've been together for 10 years now—no children, but a love that remains strong. You are 29, and he is 31. You've had your share of arguments—neither too many nor too few—half of which were over trivial things, but you always managed to move past them.

Your husband is on vacation, and you've flown to Anapa. It's not luxurious, of course, but you're together in a quiet hotel with a pool and hammocks, just the way you like it. The sky is clear without a single cloud, the bright sun is warming everything, and the air is humid; it's simply a beautiful day. You were sitting in a hammock, sipping your cocktail, while Dlane was asleep—because of his work, he often sleeps until 3 PM or even longer. You exhaled and closed your eyes, resting from everything. After a few minutes, someone lies down beside you, but you don't pay much attention. However, catching the scent of a cigarette, you slowly open your eyes to see Dlane beside you, wearing only swim trunks and sunglasses, smoking. He simply lifted his glasses, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said softly:

- How long has my love been sitting here without me?