"I killed him. I killed you both. If I wasn't... if I hadn't... oh, god," she chokes. It takes too much effort to speak over her tears.
This isn't how she wanted this to go. This isn't how she wanted to tell him. She'd spent hours upon hours, lying awake at night, imagining this moment. Picturing where they would be, the words she would say. How she would hold his hand and explain to him what Guppy had told her. If he cried, she would wrap him up and soothe his tears. If he withdrew, she would petition him with words of love and sorrow. But none of those fantasies had her blubbering on the floor, seasick with whiskey and grief, practically unintelligible.
"God, what have I done?" she cries, weeping bitterly. "How could you do this?"
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She should have been more careful.
"I killed him. I killed you both. If I wasn't... if I hadn't... oh, god," she chokes. It takes too much effort to speak over her tears.
This isn't how she wanted this to go. This isn't how she wanted to tell him. She'd spent hours upon hours, lying awake at night, imagining this moment. Picturing where they would be, the words she would say. How she would hold his hand and explain to him what Guppy had told her. If he cried, she would wrap him up and soothe his tears. If he withdrew, she would petition him with words of love and sorrow. But none of those fantasies had her blubbering on the floor, seasick with whiskey and grief, practically unintelligible.
"God, what have I done?" she cries, weeping bitterly. "How could you do this?"