Charlotte's POV ... There's an unbearable knot in my soul. It's been there since... you know. I didn't feel like a rejected wife, not at all. I understand why he had to do that; I would do the same thing in his shoes. I just felt like something bad is bound to happen. As I lay still in our bed, I watched him go to and fro with worry, maybe anger... I can't tell. Neither of us wants to speak up first and the sharp silence just cuts deeper and deeper. "I love you" my insides are begging me to tell him that it's okay, that I understand, and I won't hold him back... or hold it against him. The battle was coming one way or the other and better it be as far away as possible from Schatten than here. I sit up, still watching him walking in circles, pulling at his hair, having some weird fight against himself. Enough is enough. I can't keep watching this until he must leave me. What does he think this is? "oh hey, yeah, I'm busy thinking, catch you later babes." There might not even be a later. I groan in frustration, walked up in front of him which immediately held him in his tracks. Awesome reflex. My mind jokes and I quickly shake it off... -He was the son of the man who murdered my parents in cold blood But he was the man I loved-