The Forsaken

Now she wondered if perhaps he had forsaken her that night as they’d bid him, she’d not be here with him now.

Suffering the hatred of the one man she’d loved for as long as she could remember. The one man she’d never stopped dreaming of. Nearly every day.

A slight sob escaped her, and she bit her lip.

“Don’t.” His hard voice made her jump.

“What?”

“I can feel your memories. Your pain. Don’t dwell on things that don’t bring you happiness. It serves no purpose.”

Your guilt tastes like ash in my mouth. Though he couldn’t see the things she thought of, the fact that they caused her so much guilt told him that it was either guilt for her children.

Or possibly me. He hoped. Knowing how little the likelihood was.

“What do you care?” She lashed out.

Trying to hide that I'm right.

Always hiding her emotions behind a verbal onslaught. Like any other hissing viper.

“You know that I do.” Anger tinged his voice. His muscles flexing around her as he tightened with ire. Feeling like what he hid had