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Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist,

Erik put his naked hands in the pockets of his loose-fitting cotton pants. His wife was beginning to learn his moods, beginning to know without being told what was happening with him. It was a strange truth. He was not yet used to this aspect of marriage. The sharing. He was learning, though. He was trying.

When he was at her side of the bed, he thumbed the delicate curve of her cheek. Some small spark of life returned to his eyes, though he hadn't yet found a smile for her. "Yes," he said.

The truth was that he was still struggling with what he'd done. Was it right? Should he have done something else? Should he simply have left Enigma alone? Erik didn't have these answers.

"Yes," he said again, more softly. He wanted to tell her. He remembered how secrets troubled her. "I will tell you," he promised. But not tonight. "Let it rest for a night. Perhaps... in the morning."

He needed his wife tonight. She was pure and sweet and good -- everything Enigma wasn't, everything he wasn't. Tonight, he needed Christine to bring him back from the darkness he'd visited.