A negative tension
"Nikolai desires your death. But he can't. Because I have no desire to see the corpse of my own brother." She muttered, her face solemn, her tone harsh. "Whatever happens to me is none of your concern, and whatever happens to you is none of mine. This is the last time we will be together."
Her voice broke. She brought her head down. "We are no longer..."
Nikolai rushed over to her and pulled her in. She buried her face in his chest and bursted into tears.
"N.. no I... Ophelia." Lev wanted to go to her. But he could not move a muscle.
He did not even know how to move a muscle at that point. He... did not know what to say. He snapped his mouth shut, shut his eyes, and vanished, leaving only ragged embers that went out in an instant.
For a long time, Nikolai gazed at that spot. Holding his wife close, he closed his eyes, feeling every tremble of hers, hearing every whimper, every sob, every vendetta.