He wanted to flinch, as she spoke the words out loud. Perhaps hidden and thrown away they might of never seemed as evil as they were, yet as she spoke them now he wanted to recoil. To possibly say that he would have never done those things to her, of all people—but he had. Why? Because he was alone, a monster who longed for love but never truly knew how to ask for it.
Opening his mouth to speak he felt that hand, that one steady hand that would grasp at his thoughts and make him think. Try and reason, when another carelessly let him be cruel and let him lash out. “I never wished for anyones forgiveness…nor have I ever deserved forgiveness, but I never wished to steal you from those that deserved you more than I did.” He said slowly before he shook his head slowly, his voice bitter as it came out slightly. But the bitter was directed at himself, like it was acid and it would eat away at him like the monster her was. “I stole you—because I knew that a man, god, monster…like myself could never have you.” When he finally looked at her really looked at her, something in his eyes were darker and shaky almost like the truth was itching to break free but he wouldnt let it go. “I took you instead.”
She said nothing at first. Examining his face as he confessed in words she’d never heard from him before. Their tension had gone from sharp to fuzzy, as she realized they were finally talking about the things that caused them such grief. She could see a hint of calculation in his speech, but not as she had heard before. Was he being honest with her for the first time?
She turned her face away from him, looking to the floor, not wanting to over think what she was seeing in his eyes,” Do you really find me so vapid as that? That I can only see the surface of what’s before me and nothing beneath?”
It hurt. It hurt way more to her that he would believe such a thing, even after their time together. She knew she could be horrible, and there were many things she had said and done to express her unhappiness, but they were always of her circumstances, not of him,” Perhaps….. perhaps that’s why we don’t work….. You only show me your surface, and I fail to try and see anything past it.”