Three weeks.
It's been three weeks since he had walked away from Beatrix's life.
He only lasted two days before he caved and had to call her, but she never answered. Each day, and night, she never answered.
Why the fuck couldn't he just tell her? Why did he panic?
Well he knows why, he didn't think he deserved her not after everything. It was better to let her go rather than hurt her all over again, she deserves better.
He was scared. He was fucking terrified. He was a coward.
Three weeks felt like an eternity. The weight of his decision hung heavy on his chest, reminding him of the void he had created in his own life.
He replayed their last conversation in his mind, the way her voice had cracked with vulnerability as she asked if everything had been a lie. And he had lied, unable to face the truth or confront his own insecurities.
