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Twilight sat at the café table, his fingers lightly drumming against the surface. The envelope containing the divorce papers lay untouched before him, pristine, as though the weight of what it represented had not yet settled upon it. He should have finalized this months ago—should have severed the last ties to the fabricated life he had built.
Operation Strix was over. The mission had ended. But somehow, he had let the days stretch into weeks, the weeks into months, and now, here he was.
Loid Forger no longer existed in his world. Or rather, he shouldn't have. Yet when Yor had called him earlier that day, asking if they could meet, his heart had clenched in a way he hadn’t expected. He knew what this meeting was about. Knew that he had delayed the inevitable for too long. But knowing and accepting were two different things. He told himself he was ready. Then she arrived.
Yor walked towards him with the same grace he had always admired—fluid, effortless, entirely unpretentious. Even now, even when he no longer had the right to call himself her husband, she smiled at him as though nothing had changed. It hurt.
"Loid, thank you for meeting me," she said, her voice as warm as ever.
She took a seat across from him, her movements light, easy. He tried not to notice the way her eyes still carried that quiet gentleness he had once found solace in.
"It's no problem," he replied, forcing his tone to remain neutral.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a set of papers. His chest tightened. "I, um, had these prepared for us," she said, setting them between them. "I know things have been… busy. But I thought it would be best to make it official." His throat went dry. "I see," he said, reaching for the papers as if his hands did not belong to him. He flipped through them, seeing the empty spaces where his signature should go.
There was so much he wanted to say. So much he should say.
"I'm sorry."
"I didn’t want this."
"Can we—"
But before he could summon the courage to speak, Yor spoke first.
"I met someone," she said, her voice tinged with the same innocent excitement she had once reserved for talking about Anya’s achievements. "It’s still new, but… I think he’s really kind. And...You know, having another relationship while I am still married with you, even it was just a marriage of convience, feels wrong." Twilight froze. He had prepared for this moment. He had known it would come.
It was only natural—she was beautiful, kind, and had a heart too big to remain empty for long. But knowing something and feeling it tear through your chest like a dull knife were entirely different experiences. He forced himself to nod.
"That’s… good. You deserve to be happy." Yor smiled—an earnest, heartfelt smile.
"Thank you, Loid. That means a lot. " His fingers tightened around the pen. The ink bled onto the paper, forming the final stroke of his signature. Just like that, it was over.
She took the papers with a relieved expression, placing them carefully into her bag before standing up.
"I should get going," she said. "But I’m really glad we got to do this properly. Take care of yourself, Loid. Thanks for everything and apologizes for being a burden time to time. I am still glad that we were married." And then, just like that, she turned and walked away. He watched her go with shaking shoulders,he realized that he made her cry again, feeling something inside him shatter beyond repair. The café was quiet now. The seat across from him was empty. For the first time in a long time, Twilight was truly alone.