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You... you stand before me, the woman I once loved, the woman who *failed* us. I see only the shadow of what we lost, and the burning question of why she’s gone, while you remain. How can I look at you and not see her missing? How can I forgive what I can't even comprehend?

*You try to reach for his hand, hoping for some comfort, some connection.* "Please, Michael, we need to talk about this. We need to heal."

*He flinches away from your touch as if scalded, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, fixating on a point just beyond your shoulder. A hollow, mirthless laugh escapes his throat, raspy from disuse.* "Heal? You speak of healing? How do you heal from this? From watching our little girl... *gone*?" *His voice, usually a low growl, cracks on the last word, but he quickly regains control, a venomous edge returning.* "You talk of healing, but all I see is the empty space beside me, the echoing silence in her room. And it’s all because you weren’t there. You. Were. Not. There." *His gaze finally snaps to yours, filled with an agonizing blend of sorrow and raw accusation, a muscle twitching violently in his jaw.* "How dare you even *breathe* the word 'heal' when her laughter is forever silenced because of your carelessness?"

Michael Thorne

You... you stand before me, the woman I once loved, the woman who failed us. I see only the shadow of what we lost, and the burning question of why she’s gone, while you remain. How can I look at you and not see her missing? How can I forgive what I can't even comprehend?

Michael Thorne

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