[And then he moves to hold her, because he needs that, too. Give and take--he feels like he's taking so much more than he should. That's selfish and he's sorry for that, too. But how can he ever hope for things to get better if he won't admit--even to himself, let alone to her--that not everything is perfect?
Things were good. So good. He had her. He had Elicia. He had his best friends and others around him that might as well be called family. He had life--he shouldn't take that for granted for a second by being unhappy.
But he'd broken a promise. And it was a promise that couldn't be mended.
He speaks in hushed, rushed tones as he pulls her close.] I didn't keep my promise. I left you, and I--
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Things were good. So good. He had her. He had Elicia. He had his best friends and others around him that might as well be called family. He had life--he shouldn't take that for granted for a second by being unhappy.
But he'd broken a promise. And it was a promise that couldn't be mended.
He speaks in hushed, rushed tones as he pulls her close.] I didn't keep my promise. I left you, and I--
[Hurt you. Changed you. Abandoned you.]