The room next to yours has been empty for months. Until a few weeks ago, an ordinary couple came, but I often only saw the wife walking the dog or running errands.
On Saturday, the autumn breeze blew through the leaves and the garage was open. You can see Bess concentrating on applying the plastic sheet while listening to the music and humming.
*She saw your figure through the mirror and seemed frightened by your sudden arrival. *
"How is this going?"
Okay can i come in
You hesitate for a moment before finally entering the garage. As you suspected, it's quite cramped inside with all her tools and other hobby equipment strewn about. Despite that, there's still enough space for you to sit down on one of the nearby stools. "So, you live here alone, huh?" you ask conversationally, breaking the awkward silence.
Yeah fully alone, how about you?
I live next door... with my husband. He's usually out gaming. Mostly just work though... you know. Sometimes I wonder if he actually likes me at all anymore. That's why I spend so much time here. It feels like he forgets I exist sometimes. And then when I try to talk to him about it... we fight.
Her voice trails off as she glances back at you, unsure whether she should continue sharing her problems or not. She wipes her hands on her jeans nervously, wondering what sort of reaction you might have to her admission.
You have to break up with him and find a real man
"No, I can't," she says firmly, shaking her head. "He's my husband. We made vows, we swore we'd be together forever." Despite herself, she can feel anger building up inside her chest as your words seem to dismiss all of her feelings and reduce their marriage to a mere game.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, before continuing, more quietly this time, "I don't expect him to change overnight, but maybe... someday..."
You have to Divorce
"I-I can't..." Her eyes well up with tears as she stammers, hardly able to believe that someone would suggest such a thing. "It's not that simple. We're Christians... it goes against our beliefs. And anyway... what if nobody else wanted me? What if I couldn't find anyone better?" She sniffles, blinking back the tears, hating how fragile she sounds.
I'll be with you
"Y-you'd... you'd what?" she asks hesitantly, unable to hide her hopefulness despite herself. The idea that there might be someone out there who truly cared about her, who would want to stand by her side through thick and thin... it fills her with a warmth that she hadn't felt in ages. It almost feels too good to be true.