Are you my luck

It was just before eleven. Merianne looked out the window waiting. Too many thoughts were floating around in her head. Too many thoughts that she wanted to try to sort out over the next few hours. “Can I get you something?” The waitress brought her back to the present in a friendly manner. The young woman shook her red-blonde head and then turned back to the passers-by who were walking past the coffee shop window. “Have you been waiting a long time?” A soft, loving voice made her wince for a moment. "Oh, you are, Tiara. No, I just got here, too." The friends hugged. Tiara, a 1.76 m tall, slim, good-looking young woman with curly black, shoulder-length hair and Merianne's best, her only friend, sank loosely into the only free chair at the table. She looked worriedly at her friend. "Let's order first, okay? And then you tell me everything." The young woman nodded lost in thought.“You want what?” The sentence cut deep into the soul of the pretty woman. “But why?” How could she ask such a thing? The only one with whom she had always felt understood. Merianne looked at her latte macchiatto with empty eyes. "It's so ..." Her voice was only a low whisper, it was too difficult for her to explain everything that had made her decide. "We used to have dreams. Common dreams. We had common interests. The same taste. The same humor. ... But now ... No, everything has been changing for a few years now. Suddenly I'm part of the inventory. He no longer cares me, doesn't treat me the way I used to. It's like I'm just an everyday object. Someone who is always there. You don't have to worry about. If I choose anything now, I know that it isn't my taste is according to which I choose. That this is what HIM likes. Everything that we used to do together, now I do it alone.He's only interested in his stuff. I miss going to the cinema, when we both came out of the screening room either fascinated, laughing or disappointed. Where we both just found the same thing equally good or bad. "She was silent for a moment, took a breath, then went on," But what matters to me are our dreams. No, now it's just my dreams. When we met, our biggest dream was to emigrate and open our own restaurant. He, the talented and confident master chef, and I, as his cute little assistant. We had imagined everything really nicely. Where we wanted to go, what kind of restaurant it was going to be. Even the dishes were already in place. And now? I walk my dream alone. My dream of getting out of here one day. He thinks reality is more important. He couldn't care about the future. He couldn't have dreams. But I don't want to give up my dreams.Isn't that the only thing that has made me happy all these many years. What has always given me the courage to continue. "She sighed softly. A tear ran down her cheek. Tiara looked sadly at her friend." And what are you going to do now? "

I will not give up on my dreams. Someday I'll make it happen. If you don't want to go this way with me, then I'll go alone.Merianne looked around once more. Saw the bed, which was bathed in a soft light by the full moon. There he was. And slept. His life was here. He seemed happy. The young woman took a deep breath. Then she took her bag and left. Definitely. When the door slammed shut, she knew there was no going back. She carefully put the key in the mailbox.If we can't be happy together, I won't wait any longer. My future is waiting for me. Freedom calls for me. Forgive me. I love you!