[Her breath catches suddenly when he takes her chin and forces her to look at him. Either way, whatever answer he gave her, she knew it would be too much. Whether it was a promise to stay or an admission that he really did want to leave and go back to a place where she could not follow, it would ache one way or another.
How much, she didn't know, but it's devastating and absolutely soul-crushing when she finds out because those are words that she wished she heard six years ago. Five, four, three years ago... That he would choose her over his disloyalty, over his mission, over his charges and everything else in his life. She knows that the what-ifs are useless and that their past is forever stained by his leaving, of their betrayal to each other, but she can't help but feel that sharp twinge of "I wish, I wish, I wish" in her chest.
An ache so powerful that she nearly asks him why he hadn't chosen her the same way then... when she was still alive. Still breathing in the world that they did share. In a world she could follow him back to if she made that choice.
No matter how much they both claim to have "moved on" or try to, it was never going to be an easy thing for them to reconcile.
And as their gazes remain locked, he no doubt can see that turmoil swirling about in her eyes. She opens her mouth, sighs, closes it, not sure what to say, and she blinks hard to fight back the burning that she feels coming on.]
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How much, she didn't know, but it's devastating and absolutely soul-crushing when she finds out because those are words that she wished she heard six years ago. Five, four, three years ago... That he would choose her over his disloyalty, over his mission, over his charges and everything else in his life. She knows that the what-ifs are useless and that their past is forever stained by his leaving, of their betrayal to each other, but she can't help but feel that sharp twinge of "I wish, I wish, I wish" in her chest.
An ache so powerful that she nearly asks him why he hadn't chosen her the same way then... when she was still alive. Still breathing in the world that they did share. In a world she could follow him back to if she made that choice.
No matter how much they both claim to have "moved on" or try to, it was never going to be an easy thing for them to reconcile.
And as their gazes remain locked, he no doubt can see that turmoil swirling about in her eyes. She opens her mouth, sighs, closes it, not sure what to say, and she blinks hard to fight back the burning that she feels coming on.]
... You truly haven't forgotten your promise?