Phantom (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mcr_) wrote, |
He ran a hand through his hair, the guilt already setting in. There was no camera here, no director to call cut. Just her. His wife. Looking like the same girl he used to follow around, only now her eyes didn’t shine the same when they met his.
“I didn’t know,” he said quietly, his voice lower than usual, the wind nearly stealing the words. He stepped onto the deck fully now, setting his glass down on the table without taking a sip. His movements were careful and almost unsure for once. That didn’t happen often with him.
He looked out at the waves, trying to find words that didn’t sound like excuses. “I should’ve been here. Or at least asked. About the trips. About... all of it.” He turned slightly toward her then, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, jaw working as he forced himself to say the part that had been hanging in the air for too long.
“And there’s nothing going on with her,” he added, voice firm, not defensive, just real. “Not a damn thing. I should’ve said it. Loudly. The first time you heard it. And the second. And every time after.” He let out a breath, then looked at her fully, finally.
“I hate that you thought I wouldn’t care enough to say it. That I let you sit with that alone.” His fingers tapped against his palm, a nervous habit leftover from flight school that still popped up when things felt unsteady.
The next words sat on the edge of his tongue, heavy, honest, a little scared.“I still love you. I don’t know what we’re doing, but that part? That hasn’t changed.”he hesitated for a second longer before sitting across from her, giving her space but not walking away. “I should’ve fought harder for us,” he admitted. “And I’m still here. If you want me to fight now.”
His gaze dropped to her hands, then back to the horizon. “I’m not going anywhere. Unless you tell me to.”