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We were back at home, and things were as normal as they could be. Home. I wasn't even sure if I could call the house that I shared with Fabian. This was Fabian's house, and though I had lived there for more than three months, I couldn't really call it home.
It was my home, though, at least temporary. Fabian wanted to work on our relationship. That was something that was supposed to make me very happy. However, it made me sad. I was scared that we would never be able to work it out, and after all the pain and all that we did to make it work, the marriage would fail anyways. So it just made more sense to reject it, to ask for a divorce outright. I didn't want to lose more of myself in this. I was too afraid that at the end of everything, I might not recognise myself, and that was not a
