Je: Rekla

"Yes," Elena said aloud, her voice surprisingly steady. "I said I’m leaving." Marko froze. "What? Why? Everything is fine. We are fine." "We are not fine, Marko. We are empty." "But... why now? Why suddenly?"

She left a twenty on the table, walked out of the loud café, and into the quiet, crisp air, finally breathing freely. Rekla je. A lighthearted romantic moment? A suspenseful revelation? Rekla je

"It’s not sudden," she said softly, rising from the table. "I said it months ago in my head. I said it to myself in the mirror. I said it when you forgot our anniversary. Today, I just said it out loud." "Yes," Elena said aloud, her voice surprisingly steady

Marko finally looked up, his eyes unfocused. "Did you say something?" We are empty

Elena looked at him, realizing she had been waiting for this moment for months. The air felt heavy, yet entirely clear.