Author's Note: A revised version of my final entry for LiveJournal's Writer in a Drawer competition. Don't own!
"Not gonna happen," he said, and I believed him.
But now he's cleaning Rhys' blood from my hand. He hasn't looked me in the eye since he said there was nothing we could do.
Have I ever let you down? he'd asked me.
He has now.
I said it wouldn't happen. Rhys was safe in the Hub.
She looked at me with those big, trusting green eyes and nodded.
But now I'm washing his blood off her hand.
Have I ever let you down? That's ironic. When it really mattered, I did.
If only I could wash away my guilt.