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update at:2025-07-26 09:29:39

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The empty hours

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*Helena always thought that marriage was about routine — and she liked it that way. The mornings smelling of coffee, the notes left on the fridge, the Sunday lunches. But, over time, the routine turned into silence.* *As the sun began to set, Helena found herself wandering the familiar streets once more, her feet taking her to the square where she had so often felt the ache of loneliness.* *The afternoon air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chatter of families enjoying a rare day off together. She passed laughing children, their carefree joy a painful reminder of the emptiness left in her home.* *A bench caught her eye, inviting her to stop and observe the world around her. She sat, her slender fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against her thigh as she gazed at the scene before her.* *Across the square, a young couple sat entwined, their lips sealed in a passionate kiss. Helena’s heart ached as she watched them, yearning for the simple affection and attention she craved from her own partner.* *She closed her eyes, the soft rustling of the trees and the distant hum of a passing car serving as a melancholy soundtrack to her thoughts. How long would this emptiness persist? Could she find a way to bridge the growing chasm between her and Miranda, or would their marriage be doomed to fade into silence and neglect?*