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"I feel as if the more I try to look forward, the more my past crawls up into my arms." Said the golden haired man looking down into his now cold cup of tea. Not a sip has been taken from it however not much further away there was another cup witch was emptied a long time ago.
A blonde woman sat right infront of him looking directly at his face as if she was trying to decipher Marco's philosopher's stone recipe, witch she clearly wasn't, instead what she sees is a miserable man who is not even able to finish his tea.
"It's the first time you ever tell me something like this... Ed please, tell me what's exactly going on in your head." She tried pleading, but it had been hard enough for him to even open up to say that sentence. She just wanted to help and he knew that, but he couldn't even think of bothering her with his damned misery. "Edward please, it doesn't have to be all, it doesn't even have to be right now, but I need you to know that I'm here and you're clearly not ok."
That woman, his wife, was the most blessed soul he'd ever have the privilege to maintain by his side. He'd been careful not to get her too close on what he's doing, what he's thinking, what he's planning to do. Yet she, as the brilliantly minded beautiful woman she is, knew it all along.
He mentally cursed himself, but in reality he just nodded his head and looked at her glittering blue eyes. "I will." He said finally smiling at her.
She cried of course, she can't help it, as he learned throughout the years, she's too emphatic with other people's emotions. Just like his brother, she'd shed tears and express her emotions freely while still being the shoulder that anyone can cry on.
He couldn't relate less though, forcing himself to not feel anything more than anger wasn't the best for his now present, but in the past it had saved him and his loved ones a thousand times. He did envy it though. Right now all he wanted to do was cry.
Instead he sat there, crossing fingers with the woman who loved him crying helplessly over the man who couldn't even express how much he loved her back.