11-25-2018, 01:06 PM
There is no mistaking the bile in his voice, the dismissal and dislike in his face as he barely turns back to face me. Though I know in some ways he is right, I am equally sure that he blames me for all the hurt he feels regardless of whether or not I am the true cause of it.
Something else hurts him, something I cannot fathom. I am sure of this. Nothing else could have turned him so solidly against me so very easily. It's not been a half year since I left Sylva and my son. I had assumed Arthas told Delta where I had gone and that he had made it clear that I had been banished and was unable to retrieve him.
I'd assumed - apparently mistakenly - that he had not wanted to come with me.
I'd assumed - apparently mistakenly - that Arthas might have told him the truth: that our relationship was loveless, that we had been nothing more than friends for years, that even though I had chosen to put myself first for once in my life that doing so did not mean I didn't care for my family.
"I have always loved you," I tell his departing figure "And I always will. I don't know what your Father told you, but that has never been untrue." I don't expect him to come back - at least not yet, not if he has even a sliver of his father's pride - but I can only hope that he will remember this when he most needs to.
Something else hurts him, something I cannot fathom. I am sure of this. Nothing else could have turned him so solidly against me so very easily. It's not been a half year since I left Sylva and my son. I had assumed Arthas told Delta where I had gone and that he had made it clear that I had been banished and was unable to retrieve him.
I'd assumed - apparently mistakenly - that he had not wanted to come with me.
I'd assumed - apparently mistakenly - that Arthas might have told him the truth: that our relationship was loveless, that we had been nothing more than friends for years, that even though I had chosen to put myself first for once in my life that doing so did not mean I didn't care for my family.
"I have always loved you," I tell his departing figure "And I always will. I don't know what your Father told you, but that has never been untrue." I don't expect him to come back - at least not yet, not if he has even a sliver of his father's pride - but I can only hope that he will remember this when he most needs to.
