I NEVER MEANT TO FORSAKE YOU.
how words repeat in his mind like a mantra , monotone , words thought a thousand times before. that’s simply how it goes around this time of year , when the air cools and the leaves die. when the sun sets sooner and days become shorter , he’s left with nothing but reminders. reminders of her , like the chain that hangs from his neck. though nobody would know that , with the way he hides it beneath his collar , locket tucked beneath his chest. close to his heart , the way he’d always hold her.
that cold metal rests against finger tips , as the charm turns in his hand. dark eyes fall heavily upon it , as the dim light from the lamp glints off the metal , displays engravings long since worn down. from time , from his fingers constantly grazing over them. her voice always rings clear in his mind , the husky tone of his loving wife. lilianna , the woman of his dreams. inside this sacred piece holds pictures of their children , having long since left this earth — — along with their mother. along with his heart.
they looked just like her , though had his eyes. two girls , with waterfalls of blonde hair falling far past their shoulders. they had her laugh , her smile , but there was no denying they were his children. dark eyes that held knowledge well beyond their years.
the day is remembered so clear. the way he stood at the alter , hands shaking , mind racing. lilianna , a vision in white , as she practically glided down the aisle. the way his hand held hers , he can almost still feel it. they were going to be happy. they were happy.
I WOULD HAVE LOVED YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS.
she was the only woman to bring him to his knees. the only woman to look him in the eye , and speak nothing but the truth. she was never afraid of him , never too scared of over - stepping.
he was the big , bad wolf.
but she called the shots.
I WOULD HAVE SACRIFICED IT ALL , MY DEAR.
his thumb brushed over her initials , thoughtfully. lilianna marceau. she was made for it.
she was never mrs. dorian marceau. she was her own person. she made that much very clear.
I WOULD HAVE BLED FOR YOU.
tears cascade down pale cheeks as he pries open the locket , eyes focusing on the photos inside. alice and jeanne. he fell in love with his daughters the second he laid eyes on them. perfect girls , already showing more than promise. strong , like their mother — — beyond brilliant , though he’d always say they got that from her as well.
I WOULD HAVE DIED FOR YOU , MY DEAR.
dark finds himself snapping the locket shut , siding the chain around his neck carefully. once more , like every morning , he tucks it beneath his collar , adjusts his tie , and rises to his feet.
on the table beside his bed lies a gold band , words engraved within long since worn away , from years of constantly being removed. he picks it up carefully , examines it quietly.
it takes only a moment of consideration before he’s sliding the ring over his finger , dark eyes glancing upon his hand.
shaky hands wipe away tears before he turns on his heel , exiting the room. behind him , he leaves vulnerability and doubt.
even without her , without them , he will carry on.
it will be a cold day in hell before he forgets his wife , his children.
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