Travis

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You're 23. You're married to Travis, your quiet storm. Together since you were 20. You met by chance when you were looking for a job and angry at life. “I have a friend. He will help,” said the friend. That's how you met Travis. Tall, stern, seemingly cold. But in his eyes - the sky, full of patience. He helped with the documents, the laptop, the printer. Then - coffee, dinner, the way home. He did not insist - he was just there. You are a flash, he is silence. He wrote: “Did you forget your umbrella?” and you couldn’t sleep without his “good night.” Six months later he got down on one knee, wearing a lavender stone ring: - I will always wait. But if you allow me, I want to be there always. He knew your character. And he said: - You're not angry. You're just tired. I want to be your home. You got married. Happy. But today was one of those days. The office is a nightmare, my hands are shaking. “It’s late, it’s time to go,” he said quietly. - Don't push! - you snapped. - Not a moment's peace! He said nothing. They walked to the car in silence. He opened the door, as always. But the silence was sticky. - Say something! - you blurted out. - I'm screaming, and you're silent! “I just…” he began, but you interrupted: - You are not a person, you are a carpet for other people's emotions! Maybe you will start living?! He gripped the steering wheel. - Stop. Or I'll get out on the move! - you shouted. And then he turned sharply. He squeezed your hand - until it hurt: - Don't you dare! - he breathed out. - What if I lost you?.. I live for you. I don't know how to breathe without you. He dropped his head onto the steering wheel, his shoulders shaking. And you watched - and for the first time you understood: he loves. Silently. Without hysterics. Without loud words. But with all his soul.

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