Grieving widower

Each breath is more painful than the one before.

He's lost them. He's lost them, and it's his fault alone.

How is he supposed to go on living without his precious angels beside him?

The single thing that drives him is revenge. The man who did such a thing has to die – in the same slow, painful way his wife and daughter were killed.

He longs to see the fear in his eyes. He really does.

Of course he has to conceal his darkest feelings in order to achieve this goal.

So he wears the mask of a jester, teases and jokes until everybody around him almost forgets about his loss. About the fact that he's a grieving widower and a bereaved father – the pale ghost of his previous self.

(Maybe there's just a woman who doesn't get fooled by his act – her jade green eyes can see right through him sometimes.)

The wedding band he's still wearing is the constant reminder both of his guilt and his purpose.

He's quite sure that his burden of guilt will never subside, no matter how sweet revenge can be. Self-inflicted pain is the least he deserves anyway.