The Unknown

Eulalia stood at the entrance of the government building, her eyes brimming with a smile as she looked towards Percival.

“I am finally free,” Eulalia’s words drifted to him with the wind, “Percival, I never owed you anything.”

Indeed, Eulalia had never owed him anything. Even if she had, she had long since paid her dues. In contrast, he had unscrupulously taken advantage of her love, like a cuckoo occupying another’s nest.

Percival seemed to see the confident and vibrant Eulalia from six years ago, the only difference being that she was then full of health and vitality. Now... she was covered in wounds.

At that moment, Percival felt an immense distance between them, as if he could never reach where Eulalia was, not even in a lifetime.

The weather forecast had warned of rain and advised bringing umbrellas, but neither of them had one.

They both walked into the rain together, Percival clutching the divorce certificate tightly in his hand, looking at Eulalia who was only a few inchesaway