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My eyes stung with hot tears. I couldn't believe that he said that. Peter had never been the person to say such hurtful things like he just did. I feel like I am barely breathing. I'm gasping for air, hoping that at any moment it would fill my lungs. I need to breathe before I pass out and no on finds me until the morning. Not that it would matter any, Peter had just killed me with his hurtful words.

I struggled to find my way around the room in the dark. I was crying. The hot tears were pouring out of my eyes and down to the floor as my needing hands searched for the comforting bed in my chambers. I finally found the bed, and I crawled into it hoping that it would comfort me the way I had expected it to. I didn't. The only thing that would comfort me was to be in Peter's arms. His warm, safe, strong arms. I remember when he used to hold me when I was sad. He would always whisper an I love you into my ears, and now I would never experience that feeling again.

How would I get over the fact that these memories that fill my head throughout the day, would never come true. I strived to relive these memories, I would kill to relive these memories, and now any hope of that was gone. It hurts, and pains me to think that Peter is gone from my life. To think that he is now no more than an allie in wars such as the revolution that had just passed.

I struggled to calm down, but after a few hours had passed my crying had nearly stopped. I laid in my bed and twisted a few strands of my brown hair in between my fingers. I looked at the ends of my hair and decided that if it was over, it was over. Maybe someday we could be friends and that is the best that I could ever hope for. Of course it would take quite a few years to get to the point of friendship between Peter and I, but I would work on it.

Maybe it was for the best that I am deciding to leave Peter alone for awhile. He could find a nice Telmarine to marry and have a family with. He could be in love again, just like we were once back in the golden days. He could be happy and smile and never stop smiling. Oh how I wish I could see his smile again. It always brightened my day. He had a beautiful smile. No portrait of him could ever do it justice. Maybe one day we could be friends. One day...

Peter's POV

I love her. I love her. I love her. Why am I such an idiot. I should tell her the truth. Instead I am angry, so angry and not even at Kaity, at myself. I am angry at her for talking to that boy, the one that touched her that way. How could she do that to me? She is my wife... was my wife. I wish she still was but to her I guess I am no longer her husband and she no longer my wife. Just say it. Why can't I just say it? I love you Kaity, its just as simple as that. I want to say it. I am dying to say it.

Tears rolled down my face. I lay in my bed wishing she were here, wanting to cuddle her. Stroke her hair behind her ear to put her to sleep. She always loved that. It put her to sleep so easily. I reach out towards the middle of my bed to feel nothing, just the sheets on the mattress. My bed had been so empty for so long that I had gotten used to it, but now it feels unnatural to be sleeping alone. Without her, without Kaity.

I am dying to hold her, to tell her how much I love her. But I feel as if I can't. A new wave of emotions flood over me. I feel anger for the way she made me feel. I went to see her to find her. Except all I could see was him, that man sliding his hands down towards her waist.

I could hear her crying from her chambers. Good I think to myself. Let her cry. She deserves it for what she did. She betrayed me, betrayed our trust. When a couple says I do, its supposed to mean forever.

I laid my head down on the pillow as I slowly listened to Kaity's sobs die down and I fell asleep. Awaiting a dream to begin and morning to come.