So, Silvia came back, but if I told you that things once again wouldn't really work out, you wouldn't be surprised, now would you? But what you might not imagine was just how quickly things turned sour. In fact, it was just after she'd arrived. What happened was, I picked her up in the airport just after work. And after she'd picked up her luggage, she somehow managed to misplace her handbag, which had all her documents and stuff. So as soon as I meet her, she's already stresses out - huffing and puffing about what had happened, and we went to the lost and found desk at once. Now, I understand just how stressed she felt. All her stuff - and important stuff, at that - had been lost. But I was on the receiving end of that stress. And it was blunt, ugly, and made me feel like shit. But I kept quiet. Even though she was able to retrieve her missing handbag - wholly intact - it was something that cast a heavy pall upon us. The trip back home was made in silence, and I could see at once how much she disapproved of the place I'd found for us. She said it was a dump, and I disagreed with that. Sure, it wasn't great, but it was good enough, at least as a starting place. But nothing ever really got started there. The only thing that continued was the fracturing of our relationship. All the while she stayed there - and it wouldn't be terribly long, really - Silvia didn't get a job, and I can't vouch for how much of an effort she really put in. She got into yoga then, though, which was yay for me... not. Again, our life was mostly me leaving for work early in the morning, arriving around dinner time, we'd watch a few episodes of something, I don't recall us being even remotely sexual at that time, and that went for a few months. Then something that I knew would happen, happened. Though I was not quite certain just how it would happen... it happened. I'd be planning my vacations for a while, I'd spend three weeks at home in july, and I asked Silvia if she wantes to come with me. I told her I would take care of all the expenses. But she said no. She told me I could go, and she'd stay. So... I started worrying about that. I couldn't quite put my finger to what it was that was going on, but something was indeed going on. So, on the day I left to go home on holiday, I asked her to please wait for me. And what happened? Well, turns out that on that very day she was travelling as well. She was moving to Switzerland, where she still lives to this day. And how do I find out about this? Well, when I land here, I sent her a message to let her know that I'd arrived safe. And she always replied to me very quick. Not this time. Well, I had things to do, so I took care of whatever needed being done, but as the hours wore on, nothing from her. I tried calling her - the phone was turned off. I started wondering if anything had happened. And what happened was that later thatn day Silvia told me that, once again, she had run away.
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