A/N: A short bit of drabble, barely worth reading but I thought I'd post it anyway.
He was blind, he always had been. He hadn't realised what it would mean, in all his misery. He had thought that it didn't matter what he said, it never mattered, that he was a necessary antidote to all their sentiment. His endless darkness had been his purpose, his defence. The end would be easier, so much easier; that slow and soft drift into sleep. All he could think of was the injustice of it all. For once he wanted a God, wanted something or someone to make it fair. And still he hated her, hated him, for the happiness they'd had. That little sweetener in the bitterness of life. He'd broken a promise, a promise he had made a long time ago, without even knowing it. And all he could hear was the raw and bleeding sound of his sentencing. He dusted his rusted heart, and bound it together with barbed wire, and all he could taste was the blood metal fury of pain of a different kind.
He looked across at her, her eyes telling all, pools of light he could have stepped into.
It just wasn't enough.