The prediction came true.
He had tried hard to avoid it.
Believed it would never happen.
How could it?
She was his heart.
His life.
Killing her was like killing a part of himself, and yet he had done it.
He had killed her to save his children.
To save himself..
Yet he had condemned himself.
His daughter.
Their blood was on his hands.
People hated him.
Blamed him.
He could've stopped it sooner if he hadn't been so blinded by her.
By their so called great love.
There were extra lives lost because he couldn't get past who he had thought she was.
Who he had thought she made him.
Now there is nothing left but tears and pain.
Wholes where friends and loved one used to be.
Questions of why and how that could and would never be answered.
Not that the answers would help or changed anything.
He knew why he had killed her.
And that was something that couldn't be changed. . .