Keep Her

Watching her in pain was unbearable. He suffered with her. Every hour her agony dragged on, he regretted more and more how he’d treated her.

I might’ve built a bond with her again.

If only I’d been kinder...Perhaps they could’ve spent these last few nights warm in each other’s arms rather than sick with resentment and old bitterness.

Or restless beneath a barrage of tortured memories.

He wondered if she had been too. Or was it always just me?

There were so many torturous ‘what ifs’.

Instead of all I could’ve done, I actively kept our dissension alive. He was very aware that chastising himself now was not going to help her heal.

It was only increasing his fears. But he’d refrained from considering all these things for so long that now he couldn’t help it.

They washed over him in an endless flood.

And to what end?

He remembered her secret talk with