I will never forget that day. Not because he was unique. But because he broke something in me once and for all. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/999c01/620x0/1/0/2025/04/24/1knufwkmmdd6s2r4jsq9poovwx4o38wdliulxb86.jpg" alt = "ambulance @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (26,35,30,1)" > < p > I returned with an ambulance from the call. Ordinary intervention & ndash; The old lady fainted at the well, nothing I have seen hundreds of times. I was tired, welded, I just waited for us to leave this forest episode and & oacute; at home. To her husband. To children.
< p > and then I saw him. < p > they walked on the side of the road, uncommon. He and she. She was holding his shoulder, laughed. And he & Hellip; He looked at her as he hadn't looked at me for a long time. And in that second something broke in me. Because it wasn't a coincidence. She wasn't a colleague from work. It was a lover. < p > and I ? I was supposed to be at all with my mother & ndash; in the village, a few kilometer & oacute; further. He thought so. He planned it that way. He had a free afternoon. And apparently … he no longer had a remorse & in conscience.< p > I made my breath away. My hands trembled. A colleague from the crew something m & oacute; but I have not heard anymore. I only looked at him & ndash; I trusted the one who trusted the Oacute; From KT & oacute; I shared my life, bills, & oacute; Żko and breakfast.
< p > I reached for the phone. I did not think.
< p > & ndash; Halo ? & ndash; His voice spoke, as always calm.< p > & ndash; Michał … & ndash; I said softly. & ndash; And you like the walk ?
< p > fell silent. In the background I heard a woman next to him something m & oacute; wi. Quick. Nervously. < br /> and then he hung up. < /p > < p > I didn't cry. Not then. I only sat, squeezing the phone so hard that my hand hurt.
< p > because sometimes you do not need a gloves, evidence & oacute; in or explanations. One look through the window & Hellip; and everything that was ceased to exist. < p > I don't know what to do next. But I know one thing: < br /> will never pass through any way next to me, as if nothing happened. < /P >