When he cursed, spinning around on his heels to return to her. She cringed- clenching her eyes tight and tensing her muscles waiting for the impact. However, it never came. Tentatively, her eyes fluttered open as he went on to express how badly he wanted to hate her. Wolf."My name is Adelina." She interjected softly as a single tear fell from her cheek. It didn't matter if he acknowledged it or not. She said it, and that was what mattered to her. But when he asked the question as to why she wouldn't allow him to hate her, she didn't know what to say. I don't know how to make you hate me. I'll try, if that's what you want, came to her tongue, but couldn't bring herself to say it. She didn't want to be hated. She spent the last year of her life being conditioned to please. Giving everything she had to please another.
When he went on to describe what his intentions had always been- now or in the past she couldn't tell, her eyes opened a little wider. Then it struck. But my wife is dead. It was then that everything fell into place in the back of her mind and she saw him for what he was. Grief. He was a grieving man, and while he might want to hate her, she felt empathy for him now. She flinched as the tone of his voice rose to a yell. Every fiber in her being suggested that she should cower and advert her eyes. But in the moment, self-preservation was lost on her. "It's not fair!" She responded, not matching his volume, but louder than she had spoken in a very long time. "And it will never be fair! Life isn't fair! None of this would have happened if fair had anything to do with it." She added, eventually caving from the anxiety and looking away from him to allow tears to flow as they shared a breakdown. She crumbled, lowering herself to the ground, numb to the world. "But here we are, left with the pieces of who we used to be that just don't quite fit together anymore." She murmured to herself, lightly rocking in an effort to return to some semblance of calm.
