The feeble and helpless Norris Moore, at last, unexpectedly struck Trenton Smith a fatal blow. Regardless of the outcome, he finally felt pain.
That was enough.
"Norris," Trenton Smith called her name in a low voice, his brows deeply knotted together. His fingertips gently brushed past her tear-streaked cheeks. Her tears ceaselessly overflowed, moistening his fingertips. He felt a pain spreading from his chest, slowly permeating his limbs.
Yet, she claimed that was only one ten-thousandth of the pain she experienced that night.
His fingers shook slightly, perhaps it was true. Even though he knew she was in tremendous pain, he didn't know how much pain she was actually in. He didn't realize that every day and night since she came back, she had been reliving that night.
Some pains do not diminish with the passage of time, and he could do nothing but watch.
That night was the biggest mistake of his life, but his explanations to her would not make any difference now.
