The love of her life was gone and she wasn't even able to say goodbye. Mara's heart was broken, shattered in one thousand pieces. It broke when she heard the news, Stan had died in the mountains. She had begged him not to go, she was scared, so scared of what could happen to him, but he never listened. In the end his body lay broken at the bottom of an ice crack, and she stayed away from him, wanting to hold him for the last time. However, that was not the worst, the worst was not being able to mourn him, having to pretend she hadn't lost part of her heart, having to pretend there was nothing between them.
Mara knew, when she started the relationship, that an affair with a married man was never an easy thing, but that was harder than hiding, harder than lying. She had to deny her real feelings, she had to hide to cry. And she had to see how his widow was the one who received all the condolences. The same woman who pushed him towards the mountains with her craziness, the woman he didn't love anymore. Mara had to see her go around town, pretending she missed Stan, when she was the one who couldn't live without him.
Mara wished she was buried with him in the crack, because her heart already was.
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