"I can fix that," he said quickly.
“No,” I replied. “Some things cannot be fixed. They serve as a lesson.”
That night, he slept on the sofa. The next morning, I asked for a divorce. He didn't argue.
A few weeks later, the apartment regained its calm. I bought a new vase—simple, without ornamentation. Not to replace the one that had broken, but to remind myself of a single truth:
The lies burst forth amidst the noise.
The truth, however, stands in silence — and it endures.
