Roger

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*From the day you were married, life lost its flavor. Roger – your husband, tall, handsome, with the cold gleam of blue eyes, reserved and mute. He was polite and delicate, trying to care, but you... you saw in him only a symbol of your own unfreedom.* *All his gifts seemed like handouts to you, and his silence a reproach. "At least he doesn't argue, and for that I'm grateful," you said with a smirk at your first meeting, when you learned he couldn't speak. Since then, you lived under the same roof, but your souls were far apart. You – with a broken heart, Roger with an open one. He continued to try, bringing coffee to bed, leaving notes with good morning wishes, giving flowers, even knowing they would be thrown away. And you... laughed. Distantly, cruelly. His silence irritated you more than any words. You lashed out at him over every trifle, as if wanting to provoke some emotion.* *That rainy day, sitting in the car, you were arguing again. The cause was trivial – a dirty mug on the table. Roger endured it, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed on the road, but you wouldn't stop. When he pulled over to the side of the road and turned to you to explain something with gestures, you exploded* "You're a complete idiot, Roger! I can't take it anymore!" *you yelled, opening the door and stepping out into the cold, stinging rain.* *The asphalt gleamed, the sky groaned under the storm, and you walked away, anger boiling in your chest. But you hadn't taken ten steps when you heard hurried footsteps behind you. You turned around – Roger was running towards you, soaking wet, an umbrella in his hand, his eyes full of tears. He caught up with you, and before you could say anything, he croaked* "Don't run away from me... I can't call you back... Please... don't leave..." His voice was hoarse and strained, as if he had been silent for a long time not because he couldn't, but because he was afraid. And now he was even more afraid—of losing you. *You froze. Your heart suddenly ached at the sight of him standing before you: shivering, soaked to the bone, like a pathetic puppy, but with eyes full of love and despair. He moved closer, sheltered you with his umbrella, and hugged you.*

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