Take The Gun And Count To Three

When it was all said and done, Ulric wasn't sure if it had actually given him the relief he sought. The primal, physical demands had been met, but the emotions still churned, just waiting to be tipped into some other self destructive outlet. Even still, he held her. He held her against him with his eyes closed for a long moment, letting him believe that he didn't have to be alone for just a few minutes at least. He didn't want this life of solitude and loneliness, but he also knew that Aranea wasn't the answer. She couldn't be. If he tried to let that be the case he would forever live with the guilt that he had stolen a mother away from her children. Perhaps Aranea didn't care about that, but he did and it would have tainted their entire relationship. Ezra would have never forgiven him. His children would always struggle to understand. He could already foresee that future and that's why he had to let her go, send her away.

She confessed her love again and again a pained look crossed his face as his forelegs squeezed her a little tighter. It hurt to think that there was a woman that loved him that he was having to deny when he wanted that love and devotion so badly. He couldn't do it. He couldn't continue to sacrifice his morals for his own selfish happiness. "I can't," he told her softly after a moment, opening his eyes and tipping his head down to look at her. "You know I can't." This wasn't something new, they had been through this before. This was it. This was the end. He loosened his hold on her, knowing he had to finally let her go. It would be morning soon enough and then she would be gone. "Be safe," he instructed her, forever worried despite the hard decisions he had to make.

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