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It was so incredibly foolish of Elaria to feel the need to have someone to care for her when the only person who was there with her was Justan. They had never shared anything that made it acceptable for her to need him, but in a way she did. She didn’t want Justan like that. She would never want Justan’s touch or embrace. It would only feel wrong and uncomfortable, but Elaria wanted to be taken care of. She needed it. No one else around her could hold her or whisper soothing words in her ear.
Perhaps it was the wine that made her feel that way, like she was craving some form of attention from Justan. Elaria craved the feeling of security, something she doubted Justan would ever be able to give her. He hadn’t protected her, and he didn’t care for her. He didn’t keep her safe, why would he now? Elaria wondered if he would have even stopped her if she were to hurt herself or do something foolish.
All he did was hurt her and break her down. Why would he attempt to help her or strengthen her?
Still Elaria wanted him to care no matter how fucked up they both were. In reality she wanted Justan to be someone who he wasn’t because then everything would have been a lot easier. Then maybe Elaria could have loved him and given him a child for them to love together, and maybe she would have been a better wife to him. Things would have been so much better then, but how could she do that?
Elaria was refusing herself of letting Timos go. She was keeping herself away from Justan because she was so frightened, not of him, but what it would make her feel. Most of their touches had made her uncomfortable, but none of them had been out of care or love. Would that make it different? Perhaps not.
They were both in the same messy situation together, and still, they couldn’t take care of each other. All they could do was ignore and avoid the other. They would go days without saying a single word, and neither of them seemed to care or make an effort into changing things. Elaria thought they were both cowards and pathetic. She especially felt pathetic when she thought that Justan’s embrace would comfort her. It would never give her any sort of comfort after all the horrible things he had put her through, even if deep down it wasn’t his fault.
Slowly Elaria had made her way away from Justan and towards the balcony. The initial anger was fading as that aching feeling of grief was washing over her again. She felt like crying again, but nothing ever came out. Maybe she had already cried her eyes dry. It felt hard to breathe knowing she was so alone with no one to take care of her. She knew she should have grown up and been able to take care of herself, but she felt so weak.
Then Elaria heard her name as Justan had stood up and walked closer to her. She didn’t need to look behind her to know. She had heard the sound of the chair moving against the floor, and he sounded so close. Elaria let out a soft sigh, wondering what to tell him. That she needed to be held? That she needed a shoulder to cry on?
"I have lost everyone that once cared about me."
When Elaria felt his hand against her shoulder, it felt like her whole body was frozen in place. His touch wasn’t harsh like her touch had been earlier. It was gentle, but Elaria didn’t feel much. Was it supposed to comfort her? Perhaps it was comforting her, but she wasn’t used to it, and now it only felt strange. She wasn’t sure, but she let Justan touch her without pulling away.
“I’m so sorry, Elaria.”
Elaria raised her own hand to rest over his, and her fingers squeezed around his knuckles just like she had on their wedding day when they had stood in front of so many people after just becoming husband and wife. She squeezed so damn tightly, not afraid that it would hurt him in any way. It felt good holding onto him like that even if it made her feel uncomfortable at the same time.
“Are you?”
"Of course."
“I don’t believe you are.”
"Why's that?"
“Then we would have been better.”
Slowly Elaria turned around so she would lose her balance. She let Justan’s hand go as she looked up at him. He was her husband. If he was sorry, he would have done something about it, and they would maybe have been a lot happier or better together. Justan couldn’t be sorry.
"You think I wanted this?"
“What do you want, Justan?”
"Not this, that's for sure."
Elaria raised her hands then, putting them against his chest before she pushed him away, “why are you here then? You’re not trying. You don’t care. Why don’t you just leave?” It would have been for the better of one of them dared to leave the other, but Elaria didn’t understand why they didn’t. She could have left, ran away somewhere far away from her family and Justan, but still, she stayed and continued to live a miserable life.
"Leave? And go where, exactly?"
“I don’t know? Far away where you can be happy. Where you can find a woman who will love you and be better to you than what I am.”
Again she raised her hands and put them against his chest as she stepped forward to push him again, but she didn’t push him. She felt so upset with him that she just stood there looking pathetic as her fingers grasped onto the fabric of his clothes. Elaria tore her gaze away from him as she just held onto him. Gods, why was she so foolish. Tomorrow she would regret everything.
Perhaps it was the wine that made her feel that way, like she was craving some form of attention from Justan. Elaria craved the feeling of security, something she doubted Justan would ever be able to give her. He hadn’t protected her, and he didn’t care for her. He didn’t keep her safe, why would he now? Elaria wondered if he would have even stopped her if she were to hurt herself or do something foolish.
All he did was hurt her and break her down. Why would he attempt to help her or strengthen her?
Still Elaria wanted him to care no matter how fucked up they both were. In reality she wanted Justan to be someone who he wasn’t because then everything would have been a lot easier. Then maybe Elaria could have loved him and given him a child for them to love together, and maybe she would have been a better wife to him. Things would have been so much better then, but how could she do that?
Elaria was refusing herself of letting Timos go. She was keeping herself away from Justan because she was so frightened, not of him, but what it would make her feel. Most of their touches had made her uncomfortable, but none of them had been out of care or love. Would that make it different? Perhaps not.
They were both in the same messy situation together, and still, they couldn’t take care of each other. All they could do was ignore and avoid the other. They would go days without saying a single word, and neither of them seemed to care or make an effort into changing things. Elaria thought they were both cowards and pathetic. She especially felt pathetic when she thought that Justan’s embrace would comfort her. It would never give her any sort of comfort after all the horrible things he had put her through, even if deep down it wasn’t his fault.
Slowly Elaria had made her way away from Justan and towards the balcony. The initial anger was fading as that aching feeling of grief was washing over her again. She felt like crying again, but nothing ever came out. Maybe she had already cried her eyes dry. It felt hard to breathe knowing she was so alone with no one to take care of her. She knew she should have grown up and been able to take care of herself, but she felt so weak.
Then Elaria heard her name as Justan had stood up and walked closer to her. She didn’t need to look behind her to know. She had heard the sound of the chair moving against the floor, and he sounded so close. Elaria let out a soft sigh, wondering what to tell him. That she needed to be held? That she needed a shoulder to cry on?
"I have lost everyone that once cared about me."
When Elaria felt his hand against her shoulder, it felt like her whole body was frozen in place. His touch wasn’t harsh like her touch had been earlier. It was gentle, but Elaria didn’t feel much. Was it supposed to comfort her? Perhaps it was comforting her, but she wasn’t used to it, and now it only felt strange. She wasn’t sure, but she let Justan touch her without pulling away.
“I’m so sorry, Elaria.”
Elaria raised her own hand to rest over his, and her fingers squeezed around his knuckles just like she had on their wedding day when they had stood in front of so many people after just becoming husband and wife. She squeezed so damn tightly, not afraid that it would hurt him in any way. It felt good holding onto him like that even if it made her feel uncomfortable at the same time.
“Are you?”
"Of course."
“I don’t believe you are.”
"Why's that?"
“Then we would have been better.”
Slowly Elaria turned around so she would lose her balance. She let Justan’s hand go as she looked up at him. He was her husband. If he was sorry, he would have done something about it, and they would maybe have been a lot happier or better together. Justan couldn’t be sorry.
"You think I wanted this?"
“What do you want, Justan?”
"Not this, that's for sure."
Elaria raised her hands then, putting them against his chest before she pushed him away, “why are you here then? You’re not trying. You don’t care. Why don’t you just leave?” It would have been for the better of one of them dared to leave the other, but Elaria didn’t understand why they didn’t. She could have left, ran away somewhere far away from her family and Justan, but still, she stayed and continued to live a miserable life.
"Leave? And go where, exactly?"
“I don’t know? Far away where you can be happy. Where you can find a woman who will love you and be better to you than what I am.”
Again she raised her hands and put them against his chest as she stepped forward to push him again, but she didn’t push him. She felt so upset with him that she just stood there looking pathetic as her fingers grasped onto the fabric of his clothes. Elaria tore her gaze away from him as she just held onto him. Gods, why was she so foolish. Tomorrow she would regret everything.