Clara
The bus station was awake when I felt that everything inside me had shut down.
White lights that were too strong, announcements that were repeated on a loop, the constant murmur of people coming and going with clear destinations. I didn't have one. I was just sitting there, with a suitcase that I had prepared myself, looking at a fixed point in front of me without really seeing it.
I never imagined that my marriage would end like this.
Not with shouts, not with obvious betrayals... Not with a dramatic scene.
It ended with silence... With tiredness. With a certainty that pierced my chest and left me no other option.
I hugged myself as I felt the early morning chill creep through my clothes. Tears began to fall without warning, as if my body had been holding them back for years a
