Thomas barked a sudden, humorless laugh. "God, my nightmare of the last two years," he said, shaking his head.
"I would tell her that I have a life here, my own life, and that things cannot, will never be, as they were. I don't think I could bring myself to wish misery or suffering on her, but it is my life, and she will have no part in it."
There was, of course, the slim chance that somehow, something in Darrow could help Lucille heal, help her grow or find worth in herself outside of him and their wretched legacy. And, perhaps, they would find some healing between them. But Thomas would never live under her shadow again. He had come too far for that; he had too much backbone now, too much to live for.
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Date: 2018-03-13 12:40 am (UTC)"I would tell her that I have a life here, my own life, and that things cannot, will never be, as they were. I don't think I could bring myself to wish misery or suffering on her, but it is my life, and she will have no part in it."
There was, of course, the slim chance that somehow, something in Darrow could help Lucille heal, help her grow or find worth in herself outside of him and their wretched legacy. And, perhaps, they would find some healing between them. But Thomas would never live under her shadow again. He had come too far for that; he had too much backbone now, too much to live for.
"I could never let her take this from me."