Cry
John Bates had faced unparalleled dangers in war, defended himself against frightful monsters in prison, but never once felt scared. Not truly. Not even when he learned of his chance of hanging in the gallows.
How quickly that changed.
The silence of the courtroom was pierced with her cry. It hit him like a tidal wave that chilled him to the bone. His heart froze in his chest, constricting his lungs.
Logically, he had known what the future held for him, for them. But it wasn't until that moment that it became real. Too real.
The guards were pulling him away now. Her pleads fell on the deaf ears of justice. He called out to her. Desperately he wanted to reassure her. To tell her he loved her, had always loved her, always would. And he wanted to beg her forgiveness for every tear she'd ever shed for him.
But nothing came out. His breath was naught. His lungs empty and as useless as his wretched leg.
A/N: Thank you, readers, for your reviews and alerts. I appreciate every single one. Sorry I haven't updated in ages... I've been away and I seem to have lost my tiny plot bunny. :(