After Three Years of Cold War, He Knelt When I Asked for a Divorce

After three years of cold war, I looked at my almost completely transparent right hand and finally made up my mind. When Gu Yan returned from field exercises, cold air clinging to him, I calmly pushed the divorce papers I'd prepared across to him. The crystal chandelier's light passed through my fingertips, casting mottled shadows on the redwood table, eerie and beautiful. "Let's get divorced, Gu Yan." My voice was soft, like me, as I slowly faded from existence. He paused as he took off his military jacket. For the first time, a crack appeared in those eyes, always as sharp as an eagle's. He...