a betrayal I made, the aftermath I take.
Around the end of last month, we all knew I had a close tipping edge. This is the aftermath. Amelia stopped me in time, just like she had ever since shit hit the fan. Before, I never had to be pushed so far because we were always in each other's orbit to know something's wrong. It never got too far because she was there to nip it in the bud, quick and efficient as if she's done it a thousand times. This is our first real long-term separation since we found each other, and I expected nothing less. To say I expected taking one more step to the cliff in her absence isn't too far a stretch. I know our separation took its toll on her just as much, but I've always been the pessimist between us. My reckless action last month has been a betrayal to her trust in me. I have become her trigger. I'm not proud of what I did. Nevertheless, I have to accept the consequences. My words no longer bear the same conviction as before. They made her bitter to m...