Darren

I froze after reading Abigail's email, which she had just sent me.

I don’t think I could live my life like before.

I’m so sorry if our end is to be like this. Sad and tragic.

Her words echo in my mind, a haunting reminder of the end of it all. This is the closing of our marriage, our story, our love.

I sit in silence, the weight of her words pressing down on me as if she is here with me. The world feels different now, colder and less forgiving.

I failed to save my sister, and now I have been unable to save my marriage.

The weight of these failures presses down on me

I don’t know what the world would see me after this. I bet my parent won’t admit me as their son anymore. Or my friends would cut their connection with me.

I could picture their disappointed face vividly in my brain.

As I sit here, lost in these thoughts, I feel like I'm drowning in regret and guilt.

I want you to be happy without me. I hope you heal from the struggle you didn’t talk about. You deserve the world, Darren.

I love you, and I’m so sorry.

“Sir,” I jerked out and turned to the source of the voice, “Ya?”

Jasper looks worried and taps my shoulder, “You have been zoned out for a moment. Are you okay?” He asked. Jasper is one of the staff at Cafe On The Hill.

“Ya, I’m fine. Thanks,” I said. He nodded, and he continued working.

I didn’t realize I had been staying in the cafe long. I should get going to clear my mind.

I walk out, and after I close the door…

I see Abigail standing as hugs her hands.

Our eyes are locked. Here face is as shocked as I am.