And there it is. Her expression crumples in the face of it. Her hands don't let him go, because she needs him to know.
'Gene...'
He has every right to be angry. It was a horrible thing to go through, and she was on the outside, looking in. But she wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. She wasn't the one who suppressed the memory. And she wasn't the one who kept the truth from him.
'Do you think I wouldn't change it if I could? Do you think for one second that that's how I wanted it to play out? I never in a million years would have imagined that drive ending up with me kneeling over your grave. I never would have thought -- you could have kept such a thing from me. That you were dead, and that I was, too.' The tears come, and she tries to power through them.
'I'm sorry, and I know the words don't mean anything; they don't change the truth, but they're all I have. I'm sorry and I love you and if I could change it all I would, but I can't. All I can do is hold you and touch you and tell you I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere. Please, forgive me. Tell me what to do to make it right, and I'll do my best.' The last few sentences are barely intelligible as the sorrow twists her voice in her throat.
There is no rhyme or reason that will save her from this. And she knows it, somewhere deep down. But she'll still keep trying, right up until the very end. It's all she knows how to do.
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'Gene...'
He has every right to be angry. It was a horrible thing to go through, and she was on the outside, looking in. But she wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. She wasn't the one who suppressed the memory. And she wasn't the one who kept the truth from him.
'Do you think I wouldn't change it if I could? Do you think for one second that that's how I wanted it to play out? I never in a million years would have imagined that drive ending up with me kneeling over your grave. I never would have thought -- you could have kept such a thing from me. That you were dead, and that I was, too.' The tears come, and she tries to power through them.
'I'm sorry, and I know the words don't mean anything; they don't change the truth, but they're all I have. I'm sorry and I love you and if I could change it all I would, but I can't. All I can do is hold you and touch you and tell you I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere. Please, forgive me. Tell me what to do to make it right, and I'll do my best.' The last few sentences are barely intelligible as the sorrow twists her voice in her throat.
There is no rhyme or reason that will save her from this. And she knows it, somewhere deep down. But she'll still keep trying, right up until the very end. It's all she knows how to do.