Lucian's Guilt (III)
Lucian's P.O.V.
Lucian sat in silence with his gaze fixed on the hands Seraphina was holding. Her soft touch kept him grounded as a heavy weight pressed against his chest. The room was still, save for the crackling of the fire in the fireplace.
He watched as his mate waited patiently for him to speak. Her words still lingered in the air, urging him to open up, to let go of the burdens he had been carrying alone for far too long. And he was tempted to... because he felt she was the only one who could make his pain and guilt go away.
He drew in a slow, shuddering breath. "It's not as simple as you think, Sera," he finally said quietly, repeating the same excuse over and over again. His voice was thick with emotion. "You don't understand the weight of what I have done—or rather, what I couldn't do."