' where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? '
      he could play martyred and wounded and hurt, furrow his brow and tell him that after urilla, leaving people became the easy thing. burn through friends like lovers and the same again for lovers, a sickly trail of laudanum and common laws. let robert die. let doc rot. let sadie bear the brunt of getting older, the brunt of knowing that wyatt canât die, that wyattâs second curse - the one bulshar never knew he was placing - was to march on, timeless, watching his son grow from a distance, watching generations inherit his errors.
it would be so easy to act like there are reasons and explanations and justifications for everything wyatt has ever done. even his state of being, he has an excuse for that too; someone killed me first, robert, long before i killed you.
â â restive feet, i guess. â thatâs the honest, ugly truth of it, that wyattâs motivations for staying in one place are always thin and his mind is always racing. he left the triangle when robert died again. too hard in the jaw and too angry with his family of strangers for letting it get to this. came back as soon as he could, but â what if heâd never heard. what if whispers never came through it all to tell him of this revenantâs second coming. â it enough that iâm here this time? that i came back for you? â
@owncurse.













