He will look into the mirror and the man in front of him will seem defeated.
Then something will change inside of him.
Like electricity, like a click, he'll just know what to do.
Wiping away the teardrops on his cheeks and at full speed, he'll head for the car, driving through the city until he reaches the entrance of the house.
It will be hard to make the bell ring. Like a sailor lost on the wide open sea, an ocean of doubt will form out of nowhere between his fingertips and the white colored switch.
What am I doing here? I can't do this to my wife.He will turn around without looking back.
He will look at the woman beside him and her look will make clear both of them are worn out.
Then something will change inside of her.
Resignation and acceptance will create a knot in her stomach too tangled, too big, too painful to be overlooked.
Like she has always known this was going to happen. Like she has tried to refuse what was right in front of her eyes.
He'll try to wipe away the teardrops on her cheeks but somehow realize they're done for good. Regret that the nightmare lasted so long.
It will be hard to take his ring. It will be even harder dealing with a divorce and the feeling that her life is falling apart in front of her eyes, and no one will be there to numb her when bitterness kicks in. He will look paralyzed.
What are you doing here? You must go.
She'll turn her face around without looking at him.
She will stare at the man in front of her and his fragile frame will give her shivers.
Then something will change inside of her.
Because in spite of the fact that he looks done and somewhat deranged, she can still see some kind of hope in his blue eyes.
Like this is a new beginning. Like good times are ahead, and they can try to bury the bad times in the ground.
He will try to wipe away the teardrops on her cheeks, fully aware of what she's asking and he is no longer afraid to answer yes.
It will be hard to walk through the rain. But at least they've got each other to rely on. Each other to lean on when pain comes. Each other to nurse when they're down. Because in each other's arms they belong.
Then he will look at her and she will look at him. She will take his hand and lead him upstairs to her bedroom.
I love you, Izzie.
And there will be no need to turn around and walk away.