It feels almost like playing dirty, to even ask that; to let anything show, on this. But it's not, because this is the truth.
Because he's her husband, and because she remembers his blood on her hands, and because everything will be fine, you'll see are words she will never be free of the guilt of.
no subject
And then, quietly, "But what if it's not?"
It feels almost like playing dirty, to even ask that; to let anything show, on this. But it's not, because this is the truth.
Because he's her husband, and because she remembers his blood on her hands, and because everything will be fine, you'll see are words she will never be free of the guilt of.