Eleven: Regret
They wont stop, my tears. Every strike, every pain I give you, I am plagued twice as much. Is this punishment? I can't stop myself from hurting you. I have to, I was ordered to. His word is law, and I can only abide; it's what I do—what I should do. Try as I might, halting this agonising task is beyond my capabilities. I can only endure.
Flowing, falling, these tears won't cease. I weep and wail. Softly, weakly.
And you, never moving. You mock me with your silent rest.
Regret. Deep and immense regret. I should not have done it—should not have told him…
"Juliet?"
A familiar, warm voice. Hope?
I look up, my tearstained face in full sight, to see my loving brother with an expression only I can read.
"Artemis asks if the onions rings are done. Holly's complaining in hunger."
I try to calm myself with deep breaths and look down at the sliced onions that so innocently lay on the chopping board. My brother cannot see my suffering, the agony these onions put me through. Just because I passed Cordon Bleu cooking does not mean I'm immune to this.
"Soon," I managed to croak with a sniffle.
With a nod, Dom leaves me alone again.
Regret. I regret telling Artemis and Holly how scrumptious onion rings are back in Mexico.
At least once in your life, onions have made you sob. And when that happened you had the desire to act out the drama caused by the tears. Admit it.
I miss you, Juliet. Come back in TAC, okay?