The sorrows of the crescent moon

She sat silently, her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes fixed on the window. Outside, the rain pattered softly, adding to the heavy burden of sadness in her heart. He lay with his face to the wall, his breathing even, as if he were fast asleep. She knew he hadn't. He understood perfectly well that his wife had been sitting there anxiously for hours, yet he hadn't uttered a single word of inquiry or comfort. She understood what he was thinking. But she didn't resent or hold a grudge against him for it. The gnawing remorse tormented her, leaving her restless.

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