Because I cannot break that one piece of her heart.
[the words are soft, bitter, like bad medicine. he gulps down the rest of his wine, and it would be disrespectful if he was not pouring out his agony on the floor, a man wringing his shirt out from the rain.]
...Once, I intended to place her in the care of those who loved her like their own kin. She said if I should leave her, she would die. And she did not mean it to reproach me, only to be truthful as to the depth of her feeling and intent. Even so, I could not bear the possibility of her blood on my hands. So I married her, and hoped that somehow I could grow the affection she sought. That I could bring her happiness and preserve her life.
[closing his eyes, he sighs.]
You bear witness to how well that turned out. When I see her face, all I feel is shame and the urge to apologize. It chokes, suffocates - it makes a mockery of what could be a home.
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[the words are soft, bitter, like bad medicine. he gulps down the rest of his wine, and it would be disrespectful if he was not pouring out his agony on the floor, a man wringing his shirt out from the rain.]
...Once, I intended to place her in the care of those who loved her like their own kin. She said if I should leave her, she would die. And she did not mean it to reproach me, only to be truthful as to the depth of her feeling and intent. Even so, I could not bear the possibility of her blood on my hands. So I married her, and hoped that somehow I could grow the affection she sought. That I could bring her happiness and preserve her life.
[closing his eyes, he sighs.]
You bear witness to how well that turned out. When I see her face, all I feel is shame and the urge to apologize. It chokes, suffocates - it makes a mockery of what could be a home.