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Regrets. I've had a few.

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The cold wind brushes past her, messing up her hair and tickling her skin. She tucks a stray strand behind her ear and watches as her breath fades into the black of the night. The sky is empty tonight, void of stars and only the moon to accompany her. Melia finds it reminiscent of her current state of mind. Only one thought to occupy her.

It has been like this for so long now, and she often questions why she let it be so. Each time she finds the same answer.

Because I love him.

A fact she regrets. Regrets knowing, regrets making exist in the first place. Regrets that she has dug herself a hole she cannot escape because of one simple fact.

I love him…

And she abhors that she does.

Once again, she feels tears forming in her eyes. She hastily wipes them off, for he would be home soon, and would no doubt question her, unknowingly hurting instead of comforting her. But that would end tonight. She would make sure of it. Her mission demands it.

She hears the door to the room open, the source of her heartbreak sighing. She leaves the balcony into the warmth of their room to surprise him.

“My, no greeting my dear husband?” the man gasps in shock, bringing a hand to his face.

“Melia… I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

Fen begins cracking his neck as he puts his monocle on his worktable. The sound echoes through the empty room, and Melia feels herself get pulled into the familiarity of it all. She clenches a fist behind her back. Not today. Not again.

“Well, clearly you’re in severe need of some sleep. Join me?”

“Melia, I smell-”

“Like nothing, you lucky man.”

“Fine then. I feel like-”

“Heaven once you’re in bed with me.”

The blond glares at her and she winks back. Slowly, his expression softens as he breaks into a chuckling fit, and she joins in. It hurts her, that this is all real. She wishes it were just a dream. She can get over a dream. Reality? Unlikely.

“Very well. But at least let me cha-”

“Nope! I just happen to be in need of cuddling tonight my dear.”

Don’t make it harder for me. She wants to beg aloud.

With a roll of his eyes, Fen moves to the bed, gesturing for her to follow. She feels him wrap his arms around her waist lightly, pressing himself into the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Melia.”

With tears in her eyes, she mumbles back.

“I love you too…”

The knife went in.

And she woke up.