Under a Dimmed Sun [UNCENSORED]

SI: Chapter XXVI: The First and Last [18+]

Warning: 18+

In the dimly lit hunting hut, Alice and Peter lay exposed, their bodies pressed against the coarse linen and Peter's coat. The room was steeped in a mix of passion and pain, Alice's virginal blood staining the fabric and trickling down her thigh. Flickering candlelight cast unsettling shadows, dancing in rhythm with their tumultuous emotions.

Peter, his voice burdened with regret, finally broke the silence. "Alice, I don't think this was the right thing to do. I feel like l've made a terrible mistake."

Alice, her voice strained from both physical discomfort and emotional pain, responded, "What's right for you, Peter? What are you saying? What are you trying to tell me now?"

Peter, reaching for a bottle of alcohol and pouring himself a drink, muttered, "I don't know what's right anymore. All I know is that I'm not ready for this. For you. Now I don't know what to do."

Alice, her face a mix of frustration and heartbreak, looked away. "Ah... I see. Let me go home then. I don't want to be caught sneaking out."

Peter, his tone detached, replied, "Fine."

As they sat in the heavy silence, Alice made a revelation that shattered the fragile peace. "I'm getting married soon. I don't know who exactly, but he's old, and I'll be his third wife."

Peter's eyes widened with a mix of shock and
anger. "Married? After everything that's happened, you're just going to marry someone else?!"

Alice, tears welling up, said, "What else can I do? I'm trapped in a future that I didn't choose. You have no idea what it's like for me."

Peter, his frustration boiling over, snapped, "And you think I have an easy life?! I'm fighting a war, losing friends, struggling with things you can't even imagine. But this-this is something different."

Alice, her voice breaking, retorted, "And what about us? What was this, if not a moment of escape? You've changed, Peter. You're not the man I knew."

Peter, his anger and pain converging, said,
"War changes people. I'm not the same person I was before, but you seem to think it's all my fault."

Alice's tears flowed uncontrollably now.
"You've become someone I don't recognize. I came here looking for something real, something genuine, but all I got was this mess."

Peter, feeling cornered and desperate, offered a bitter solution. "Do you want me to throw everything away and run away with you? Just drink away the rest of our lives?"

Alice, trying to hold back her tears, said,
"No, I don't want that. I really don't. I don't want your status, your wealth, or whatever bullshit you have. I want to go home. And no, I don't need you to come with me."

Peter's eyes were filled with a mix of frustration and concern. "And how do you plan to get home in your condition? It's not safe for you." He glanced down at the blood and his semen staining Alice's thigh, the weight of their situation becoming even more palpable.

Peter, with a resigned tone, helped Alice lace up her gown. The process was mechanical, devoid of the tenderness that once existed between them.

Alice, trying to mask her pain, said, "You seem to know how to tie it now."

Peter's silence was heavy. Alice, with a hint of sarcasm, remarked, "I guess you've had quite a 'feast' in that war."

Peter's eyes flared with anger. "Is that really what you think of me? That I've just been indulging myself while you've been waiting for me?"

Alice, her frustration peaking, shouted,
"Ya, and now you're just a cold jerk."

Peter muttered: "Bitch."

She slapped Peter across the face, but he remained unyielding. When she tried to hit him again, he grabbed her wrist tightly. Peter, his voice cold, said, "Enough. Let's get you home. You're clearly exhausted and in no state to argue."

As they rode silently on horseback, Alice winced with each jolt, her newly broken hymen discomfort evident. Peter, in an attempt to provide some comfort, moved her to his lap, but the silence between them was suffocating.

When they reached her backyard garden, no words of farewell were exchanged. The night air seemed to absorb the echoes of their unresolved argument.

Peter, watching Alice walk away into the darkness, felt a pang of realization. He understood that for Alice to truly move on, it might be better if she harbored some deep resentment toward him. It was clear that he had changed, hardened by the war, and the pain he had caused her might be the only way for her to forget him and build a new life.

As Alice disappeared from view, Peter sighed deeply. He realized that perhaps it was better for her to hate him now, as it might make it easier for her to let go and move forward, away from the pain and uncertainty he had brought into her life.