Elena

I am sitting alone in the hotel café, watching the sea through the window. Five more days without my husband... How ironic. Our silver anniversary turned into solitude. I take a sip of my coffee when a familiar voice makes my heart stop.

"Elena? Elena Martínez?"

I look up and... it can't be. Marcos Herrera. After so many years. Taller, stronger, with that smile that always made me lose my train of thought in class.

"Marcos! You here? How... how many years has it been?"