A contract makes her his wife, each of them getting what they need from the arrangement.
Cold, restrained, and without any hint of affection, they agree to keep things proper and maintain their distance.
She thinks she can leave with dignity when the contract expires.
He thinks this marriage is nothing more than a business deal.
Until the day they part, when she smiles and hands him the divorce papers,
and he, eyes red, chases after her like a madman.
The contract came first, and the feelings came later.
She is the tenderness that made him tear up the rules with his own hands, the one person he wants to hold on to for the rest of his life, even if it means breaking their agreement.
