"I suppose I fell in love with your drive and the way you made me feel invincible in the field, that because you believed in me, I would always succeed and I would always come home, no matter the threat," Joan begins and then pauses to sip at her wine. She also supposes another wife would rush to reassure her husband she would always love him no matter what, but that woman isn't the one he married and she hopes, very much, it's not the one he wishes he had.
Besides--her voice softens and her eyes with them--"You still make me feel that way, as if there's nothing I can't do with you beside me. I had a taste of life without you, the prospect of endless boring, warm years punctuated by the island's cruel reminders of you. I can survive without you, but I can't..." Her gaze lifts to his, honesty shining in it. "I can't live. The island may dull the drive, although I doubt it, but it can never change the things I fell in love with." Things she needed, truthfully, and would permit no one else to give.
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Date: 2012-06-09 05:06 pm (UTC)Besides--her voice softens and her eyes with them--"You still make me feel that way, as if there's nothing I can't do with you beside me. I had a taste of life without you, the prospect of endless boring, warm years punctuated by the island's cruel reminders of you. I can survive without you, but I can't..." Her gaze lifts to his, honesty shining in it. "I can't live. The island may dull the drive, although I doubt it, but it can never change the things I fell in love with." Things she needed, truthfully, and would permit no one else to give.