5 .
I flipped the plane ticket over to show him , the name of a city two thousand miles away staring him in the face .
Mark scowled .
Why are you suddenly going so far ? And not even telling me ? What if something happens ? I shrugged , all nonchalant .
No biggie .
Just a normal work transfer .
Mark grabbed my wrist , not buying it for a second .
So sudden ? We just wrapped a project together .
Youre just gonna ditch it ? I gently pried his fingers off , creating some く The projects in the home stretch .
My partner can handle the rest .
Ive got other stuff lined up .
But that small step back seemed to hit Mark hard .
He looked at me , all lost and confused , his outstretched hand trembling slightly , not quite daring to reach for me again .

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Like a puppy that had just been abandoned , wanting to come closer , but too afraid to move .
Mark rushed out , then came back with a massive bouquet of roses .
Nine hundred and ninety nine of them .
L The kind of over the top gesture Id never gotten from Mark , not during our dating years , not during our marriage .
Mark shoved the flowers in my face .
I made wedding plans , babe .
Just this weekend ! Claire , dont go .
Youve always wanted this .
wedding , right ? I promise , Ill be there with you , all weekend .
I stared at the mountain of flowers , remembering when wed first gotten married , and all Id asked for was one single rose .
Back then , Mark had refused .
Later , I found out in his journal that he thought roses were only for the ones you truly < Now , faced with this giant display , the excitement I should have felt was replaced by a calm nothingness .
I guess I really was done .
I took the flowers from Mark , and right in front of him , chucked them in the trash can outside the old house .
Marks expression shifted from hopeful to stunned , and I thought Id feel some kind of thrill .
Like Id finally gotten my revenge and was enjoying it .
But I didnt .
Nothing Mark did mattered to me anymore .
L Claire … Mark breathed my name , but the next words seemed to choke in his throat .
Like anything he said would be rejected .
Like he couldnt get the answer he wanted .
I dont need your flowers , Mark .
Im leaving .
Goodbye .
It was the first time in five years Id really said his name , and I hoped it would be the last .
I dragged my suitcase out , the heavy weight carrying everything I owned in this old house .
Mark looked back into the empty rooms , all the life sucked out of them .
Leaving nothing but a showroom .
Г Mark finally seized on the one thing that didnt make sense , grabbing my suitcase and asking : Youre not coming back , right ? I wrestled my suitcase back , cutting ties for good .
Were divorced , Mark .
Why would I come back ?