Jesus.
"Aurora," he calls out a little later. Then again. Over and over, he calls for me, panic spreading through his voice.
I'm here, I would like to reply and rush to his apartment. Instead, I bite my tongue. Never in my life has it been so important to show strength.
"This can't be happening." His powerless voice is barely audible in the distance, yet a shiver runs down my spine.
Just then he realized it.
I sink to my knees and bury my face in my hands. There is only one thought I can hold on to now.
Soon everything will be easier. For Maxime, too.
The apartment door slams shut with a bang. Nevertheless, I don't allow myself to sob.
Then as now, I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I never thought that this wound in both of us would not heal, and long enough I managed to convince myself that everything would be all right in the end. But today, when Maxime hurled his truth in my face, I realized that nothing is okay at all.
Not for me. And even less for him.
I have no idea where I'm actually running and for what. Nevertheless, I sprint down the street, whimpering desperately. I dive into the bright cone of light of a lantern, only to disappear again into the darkness a few seconds later.
Every storm comes to an end one day.
I was convinced of that. I thought the storm was the hopeless situation I had maneuvered Maxime and myself into. I thought the separation would be painful, but it would be the only thing to save him.
Tonight, I realized how wrong I was.
The storm we would have had to endure was a completely different one.
