Let her go
The
grey stone walls, the hard iron bed, the small barred window.
That
was everything Tony got to see all day long. During such a long time,
he must
have known every little spot of the surfaces of these
objects.
But what else could he do the whole day except
for observing the
furniture?
The only thing left to do was
just thinking. That was what he tried to
avoid most. Because
thinking meant to think of her. To see her
beautiful face clearly
in his mind. To feel her tender, lovely smelling skin
somehow.
These thoughts were driving him crazy.
Because it reminded him of the past - the most beautiful time in his life.
And he wished he could get this time back, every night.
He was longing
for her so bad.
Wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her.
But all he could do was sitting in his
cell all day long and hoping
that she was alright.
And
somehow it was enough, no, it had to be enough for him.
Because he
had made a decision never to see her again.
And even if it
broke his heart, made him suffer even harder and
sometimes let
him doubt why he was going through this hard time,
was he sure
that he had done the right thing.
It wasn't right for him
but it had only been fair, considering that she still
had a life
to live, he didn't.
He had fought hard with himself, but the
result had been,
no matter how he wanted to twist it, that the
only
thing he could do was to let her go.
Let her go for a new life without him, with another man.
This fact made him go
insane every night. Thinking of somebody
else lying on the side
of their bed were he had used to sleep.
And if he was honest
to himself he hoped so much that this wasn't
happening. But on
the other hand, he wanted her to begin a new life
and to be happy
again, that was his priority. Because of this, he
couldn't really
blame her for doing this.
Especially after he had left her
crying in the courthouse with so many
unanswered
questions.
Sometimes he even feared that she hated him now for
how he had treated
her.
He wanted to give her the missing
answers. Wanted to sort it all out.
If he only could show her why
he had done it. But then his plan would have
failed, good for him,
but bad for her and he just wanted her to be
happy. She deserved
it.
So it was impossible to tell her, he knew it, but even
given these
circumstances, he often dreamed of leaving prison and
living with
her again, solving all the problems before, to start
a new beautiful
life with her. Michelle. The woman he loved more
than his own life,
than his own career.
He knew why he was
here. Because he loved her. Because everything he
had wanted was
just to make sure that she's safe.
For her he would have given
even more than his life. He didn't regret
what he had done even
if he considered his everyday life in prison which was
rough and
boring.
She was worth it. That was one of the thoughts which
kept him alive.
He could deal with all the things, all the
problems in prison, the hard
life, that he missed her so bad, that
he suffered so much but one thing
was burning on his mind.
The
picture that was left in his mind of Michelle when she was crying
for him, almost lying on the floor of the courthouse, begging him
to give
her an answer.
He saw this picture every day, every minute he spent in prison.
It must have made her think
that he doesn't love her and that was not
true. It was the
opposite that was true.
The reason why he had been acting like
that was just the endless love
he felt for her.
It had been his plan and it hadn't failed.
He had acted like that to make it easier for her to start a life without him.
Now he had to live with the consequences.
They were still married, and he
even got letters from her that he never
read. Because they would
have made him doing things he couldn't do.
Just because he wanted
to make a new life possible for her.
He had all those letters
under his pillow, was fighting so often with
himself because he
wanted to read what she wanted to tell him.
But he remained
strong, even if it made him feel sad and lonely,
because he
thought it was better for her, but he didn't know how
wrong he
was.
If he had only read those letters.
by
HelloKitty
Beta-Read: Jim
