Ethan
“I don't want to talk about it.”
Her voice is barely audible, but I sense a resolute determination building within her.
I continue my work on the fireplace, stealing fleeting glances in her direction.
She is still pale, and her eyes are devoid of emotion. She shivers and hugs her blanket, looking for more warmth and comfort.
I wish I could hug her... I wish I could comfort her... I wish I could go back to this damned day and stop myself from hurting her. I wish I could go back to this day and give her the benefit of the doubt, as I had once pledged.
But I cannot… I must face the consequences of my shameful choices.
I feel that I have lost her…She will never trust me again… She will never look at me the way she used to…
A knot of guilt and remorse constricts my chest, and I
