What does he think when he sees her now? A shell of the woman she used to be. The light he had seen shine so bright within her, the one that made him want her as his own, gone. Flickered out. She seemed so hollow now, lifeless almost, the glitter of love and laughter that surrounded her nowhere to be found.
What did he think when he knew deep inside he had been the one to help kill it? The control he seemed to need over her, the way he demonized her every action and thought, the way he paralyzed her with fear to stop her from being her carefree self.
He hadn’t done it purposefully, had he? He hadn’t sought to make her miserable, right? He had wanted to be near her because of that light and now seeing it faded away he loathed her even more.
But could he take full blame? After all, why had she let him?