threesentenceficathon | original project (honey, i love you, that's all she wrote) (Reply)

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Her fingers feel numb as they hand her the paperwork, everything she hears seeming to come from so far away it might as well not even be there, and she knows that if she signs them she is consigning her husband to a life he will never forgive her for, knows that if she does this the next few minutes they have together (if he survives the procedure, her treacherous brain whispers) will be the last time he will look at her without betrayal in his eyes.

She signs, almost blindly, shoves them back across the table, and waits, and waits, and waits, for what seems like a lifetime, prays for the first time in so many years, prays for his life but never, not once, does she pray for his forgiveness.

Love can only excuse some transgressions.