As often happens, He loves her, but she felt cramped, stuffy, unbearably bored. She is ready to break, break, destroy.... But she holds...holds emotion....smell....a fragment of memory...or just a habit. Being together is comfortable, not lonely, sometimes pleasant. But She rushes into the New, the unfamiliar, where life is an experiment.

And only the wisdom of a man makes him hold his hand and allow her to look the other way, experience new emotions and return to him. Leave or stay? There is always a choice.