Wide Awake, Part 3

"It just happened," quietly began the start of another one of his tales. "One thing leading to another, and I didn't think. That's the problem. I never think. If I had just considered, if I had just… taken a second. But I didn't. If only I did. I wished I did." 

Just sorrows, just regrets, lamenting whispers without any structure or sense. It wasn't much of a tale, honestly… and he wasn't much of a teller either, that single sentence alone took all the light from his eyes, all the life in his expression. Harry had regressed back to how I found him.

A dead man living.

"Last chance," I told him, extending a merciful exemption. "If you tell me, if you don't, I'll still save you regardless." 

But he didn't hear me. Or rather, he chose not to hear me. His face, that look, he didn't want mercy. 

"I had an affair with a coworker. For weeks, for months, I had sex with her behind my wife's back."