[He wouldn't have blamed her if she did, honestly. He knows very well what she could be thinking—that he didn't live up to it. That he had broken that promise, all of those promises, just like how it had been broken when he found it, as if to mock him further. And he did think and had a fear that she would throw it back at him, that this revelation would undo everything that just transpired.
Yet he told her, anyway.
And so his chest burns when he hears his name fall from her lips, sees those tears forming in her reddened eyes, and then feel them when she kisses him. One that only pushes those twin swords of guilt and regret deeper and deeper into him, the same swords he feels from the pendant as it digs into his palm as his hand tightens over it as he kisses her desperately back.
He promised her and he failed her. Failed to protect her, failed to come back to her, failed to free her, failed to save her—]
I'm sorry.
[It's all he manages to hoarsely whisper as his other arm pulls her tight to him.]
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Yet he told her, anyway.
And so his chest burns when he hears his name fall from her lips, sees those tears forming in her reddened eyes, and then feel them when she kisses him. One that only pushes those twin swords of guilt and regret deeper and deeper into him, the same swords he feels from the pendant as it digs into his palm as his hand tightens over it as he kisses her desperately back.
He promised her and he failed her. Failed to protect her, failed to come back to her, failed to free her, failed to save her—]
I'm sorry.
[It's all he manages to hoarsely whisper as his other arm pulls her tight to him.]