"and do you regret marrying me?"
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the question hung in the air
between them
and francis found
that in that moment...
he had no answer
he didn't know.
he knew nothing.
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he met her gaze
that ache
that oh so familiar ache
it settled deep within his bones again
at the unreadable expression in her dark eyes.
he used to know her every thought
every feeling
every gesture.
when was the last time he had been able to say that?
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the gap between them was ever-widening
she had made her choice
and in his mind
there were no more choices left to make after that one.
the betrayal ran too deep
it hurt too much
and he was finished.
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but did he regret marrying her?
no.
no, he could never regret those memories.
he was losing her, yes
but he would never regret choosing her.
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"i think you should leave."