Everyone who knew Lily and Ed was in awe of their relationship. Something about it was endearing, almost enviable. Their life seemed to emerge from the pages of a romantic novel. Perhaps, it was the way they looked at each other or the way they supported each other when times were tough. Through the crests and troughs of life, Lily and Ed knew how to keep the spark alive. Whether it was a silly fight or a difference of opinion, they never gave up on their ritual of walking to The Roasted Bean and cooking dinner together every evening.
But lately, things had been far from ideal. It had started with small fights over frivolous issues. But soon, issues like bed linen and food choices gave way to stronger, more ideological differences of opinion. After months of late-night screaming, broken dishes, and repeated complaints from neighbours, there was hardly anything left for them to do together.
“Ed, I am done with you,” Lily sighed, as they sat at their favourite spot at The Roasted Bean—perhaps, for one last time. It was an enchanting view of the lush green valley from a large window at the farthest corner of the café. Hiding behind the giant walls of their egos, neither of them spoke barring occasional frowns and cold stares. After all, the wounds of recent arguments were still fresh.
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