My teas gone cold

**Chapter 74**

I watched the pond fill up with daffodils, their vibrant yellows contrasting beautifully with the deep green leaves. The leaves danced in the wind, searching for a new home, while the birds huddled in their nests, wary of the approaching cold. It was a scene of both beauty and melancholy, a perfect reflection of my current state of mind.

Salama wants a divorce, and I haven't fully processed it yet. How does one spend half of her youth yearning for a soul only to cast it aside? If it were me, I doubt that I could so easily discard her. The bond we shared, or at least the bond I believed we shared, seemed unbreakable. Yet here I am, facing the harsh reality that perhaps I was the only one holding on.