was it fitting?

Au Arrogan felt murderous. He could not believe that he was such a person. Looking out the floor to ceiling window, Au Arrogan had many thoughts in his mind, most questions. 

Who were these women?

 Why would his wife who was so independent and strong, suffer so?

On a sinking island, she saved him despite her own suffering. 

Au Arrogan realized that if she hadn't rescued him, she wouldn't have lost her parents. 

 In his mind, he believed she was his destined soulmate, the one meant for him, with her soft and soothing voice pulling him back from the very brink of death, offering him a glimmer of hope when he felt completely lost. What person would not be in love? He could never forget that day even twenty years later.Storyia Confessions had given him water. Her hands were dirty, and the ground was wet from two weeks of rain, leaving many areas on the island flooded. Those who had been with him had all drowned, and his father and stepmother were missing. After saying a few words, she ran off; he thought she had left, but she soon returned with others who ensured he had no serious injuries before taking him away. Au Arrogan passed out and woke up clean, lying on a soft bed, allowing him time to think. 

He was extremely intelligent and quickly understood his feelings and what he desired if he survived. 

"The island! Grand Fe, oh my god, master and madam!"

"It's fine; their daughter is safe. She saved that boy… sigh."

"Grand Fe, if she hadn't saved him—"

"It is fate. Check on him. She will be worried…"

Au Arrogan fell heavily on his knees. He repaid her for all the love and trust she had given by taking advantage of her deep feelings, allowing her to bring their child into the world, and then abandoning both her and their child for the affections of someone else. "Ahhh," As a result, his heart felt utterly crushed under the weight of his choices, "Ahhh," his mind was plagued with torment and regret over what he had done.

A hand beat at his chest, his heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, his mind was pierced by countless needles. "Ahhh," Arrogan fell forward on his hands continually slapping the floor ignoring the blood that appeared, the tearing of flesh before it healed each time. 

No wonder she called him a dog man—was it a fair label? He had not been loyal to her. On an island that was slowly sinking into despair, she bravely saved him despite enduring her own deep suffering and pain. 

His father didn't pick him up; instead, it was the old lady, Fe. The little girl he saw was dirty and covered in ash. 

He struggled to bring her features to mind, unable to recall the details of her complexion, yet he was certain that she was unlike anyone he had ever encountered before. The only thing that lingered in his thoughts was the bracelet, a striking piece that the old lady Fe had mentioned to that person.

It was burned it his memory because it was the first thing he saw when she offered him water. 

Au Arrogan lay there, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, as the relentless waves of memories crashed over him, intertwining in a never-ending cycle of torment. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the anguish that consumed him. "This is my punishment, isn't it?" he bellowed into the emptiness around him. "I have sinned in countless timelines, given numerous opportunities to redeem myself, yet I have failed time and time again!" Anyone who happened to overhear Au Arrogan's outburst might have deemed him insane, but only he understood that he was directing his words at whatever unseen force had shaped him into the person he had become. So many lives and all a failure, the memories forced upon him. He did not want it!

"Do you honestly believe I wanted to leave my wife behind? To forsake my child? To part with the bracelet that was a cherished gift from her?!" He kept his head bowed low, but his frustrations poured out in a torrent. "This world—" Au Arrogan found himself unable to finish his thought, the weight of his despair suffocating his voice.

Au Arrogan struggled to rise, lifting his head trying to focus on the moon that hung high in the dark sky—its surface slightly tinged with a haunting shade of red, an omen perhaps. Memories flooded his mind once again, this one achingly beautiful. "I am pregnant. We will have a baby." 

"Wife!" He cried out at the memory. A Wave of joy surged through him in that moment, but it was quickly eclipsed by the deep, throbbing pain that gripped his body now. With a sudden violent motion, another mouthful of blood erupted from his lips, spilling forth like a jagged reminder of his current state. He had long since surrendered to defeat, his spirit crushed under the weight of his suffering. Au Arrogan, overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions within him, covered his face in anguish, threw his head back, and released a muffled roar that echoed in the silence, slowly unfurling his powerful frame to its full, imposing height.

His vision became a haze of colors, blurred and disorienting, feeling both agitated and weak. "No," he silently denied, shaking his head sharply in denial, refusing to accept the reality of his circumstances. "I can't—will not allow such mistakes to—" Au Arrogan growled low in his throat, memories rising up unbidden as he recalled the treachery of that woman and how he, in his naivete, had believed her deceitful false truths. He wanted to drown once again in his dark emotions, but he could not. His wife will wake soon and he must get ahold of himself.

Regardless, he knew that the woman would pay for her betrayal, but it was too soon to act on that instinct. She will pay, but it is too early to do anything now, unsure of what means she had used before.