Clara
The bus station was awake when I felt like everything inside me had shut down.
Bright white lights, announcements on a loop, the constant murmur of people coming and going with clear destinations. I didn't have one. I just sat there, with a suitcase I'd packed myself, staring at a fixed point in front of me without really seeing it.
I never imagined my marriage would end like this.
Not with shouting, not with obvious betrayals… Not with a dramatic scene.
It ended with silence… With exhaustion. With a certainty that pierced my chest and left me no other choice.
I hugged myself as I felt the early morning chill seep through my clothes. Tears began to fall without warning, as if my body had been holding them back for years and now, finally, had given in.
I didn't cry at home, I
