[Her fingers soothed him, a familiar touch that brought comfort. He shouldn't allow himself to take something like this from her. She was the one that didn't understand. Hand sliding up over hers, he stilled her movements. Gaze finally locking with hers.
The subject of happiness was a difficult one for him. It wasn't that he didn't think he deserved it. The thing was, happiness was in the eye of the beholder.]
I've literally lived my entire life off of the sacrifices of others. How is that ever supposed to make me happy? It never would.
But that doesn't mean I couldn't find happiness in things that happened. I found it all the time just being with both of you.
[Did she not understand that? It was such a simple thing, how could they both not get it?]
Saying I didn't do anything wrong, it's not the truth. I handled a lot of things wrong when it came to you.
But I know, no matter what I would have done that day the end result would have been the same.
You had no intention of staying.
Whatever you felt for me back then, it wasn't enough to keep you.
[It probably still wasn't. What happiness he finds in life never finds their happiness with him.]