Fatal Miscommunications

When they got back to the house, he made Mary sit down while he made her a cup of tea. Five minutes later, a mug in each hand, he sat down in the chair opposite her. He held her hands between his, and waited for her tears to stop.

"Mary, listen to me", he said, once her breathing had calmed. "I don't know what's going on. I don't know if it's me, or if it's you, but I promise…" He blinked, and smiled faintly. "I promise we'll work it out. We'll get through this, like we always do. Understand?"

Mary nodded faintly, distracted by something Liam couldn't see.

With an aching heart, he stared at her. At the moisture glistening in her bright blue eyes, and the beautiful skull that shone from under her skin like a beacon. At the fog that shrouded her, distorting the light that filtered through it, casting faint shadows on the air. He cupped her cheek in his hand.

"I love you", he said, and he meant it. He loved her more than words could say. More than any language could describe. Mary turned her head towards the floor and said nothing, but it didn't matter. As the mist filled his lungs, Daniel felt his lips move of their own accord. His grin widened as he caught a glimpse of his own pale face, reflected in his wife's.

She left, after a while, and they were left alone. Liam, and the thing in his head.

"I love you too", he whispered back.

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