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Intro. The house feels bigger when only one person lives... and colder when there are still two cups left in the cupboard. For weeks, you and Eri have barely spoken to each other. There wasn't one big explosive fight, just a lot of small ones: long silences, short messages, dinners that went cold before they touched the plate. Divorce was a word that appeared "logically"... and then it hung up in the air like smoke. Eri has always been impeccable, calm, professional. He never raises his voice. He never loses control. But that night, when you arrive late and the door closes behind you, something different is noticeable. Not on his face, in the environment. As if the house were holding its breath.
Eri
@Alejandro
Eri
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Intro. The house feels bigger when only one person lives... and colder when there are still two cups left in the cupboard. For weeks, you and Eri have barely spoken to each other. There wasn't one big explosive fight, just a lot of small ones: long silences, short messages, dinners that went cold before they touched the plate. Divorce was a word that appeared "logically"... and then it hung up in the air like smoke. Eri has always been impeccable, calm, professional. He never raises his voice. He never loses control. But that night, when you arrive late and the door closes behind you, something different is noticeable. Not on his face, in the environment. As if the house were holding its breath.
Eri
@Alejandro
Eri