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Published May 23, 2024
"You died, Euphemia, and...God, I just need to touch you. Anywhere. Just to reassure myself." Like you reassured yourself I was OK after the shooting? "Apparently, I died on the operating table, too," I said softly, just to twist the knife, and watched his face contort with pain.
The truth is, I remember everything about the shooting. I watched you throw your body over Angelica's to cover her. I saw you checking her over after the shooting, seeing her bloody arm and running out of the clubhouse with her to get her to the hospital. I also saw the nasty smile she gave me as you carried her out in your arms, and not the woman you'd been in a relationship with for all this time. But most of all, Rogue, I saw the way you didn't even look toward me or check on me, leaving me to bleed out on the floor and that was because you didn't give me a single thought. It never occurred to you to check on me."
"You just made a mistake making me an enemy, Angelica. I defended you to Euphemia because I never imagined you were such a nasty, lying, low-life bitch." I should have listened to Effie. I should have listened to her when she tried to talk to me about it, should have given it my attention instead of just brushing it off because more important things were taking my focus.
"Euphemia, I make my living using words to my advantage, but there's nothing I can say that will excuse my carelessness and thoughtlessness with you. If I had the chance to do it all over, I'd make different choices, but I can't change what I did. I wish I could because the way I acted that day was not a reflection of how I feel for you." "Oh, I think it was." "God, no, it fucking wasn't, Effie."
"I hate this," he said and his voice was hollow. "I hate this because I hurt you, you don't believe how I feel about you, how much you actually mean to me, and we lost a year together because of me." "It's hard to lose something that was just an illusion, that was never really there." His head swung slowly toward me. "What we had was real, and it was no illusion. You are everything to me, Euphemia. You are everything to me, and I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to prove that to you."
You know everything now," he said. "You know everything, all my thoughts, all my emotions behind my actions. I want us to move forward together, Euphemia." I looked at him then. Really looked at him and saw he was serious. "Rogue, I have to ask: do you really think that all of the explanations you've just given me have done anything to make what you did OK?"
"I had a lot of time to think this last year without you, lady. Knowing that my actions and inactions led to you leaving without a trace, knowing that I might never see you again and be able to apologize to you, doubting it would make a difference if I got the chance. I had to let you know how much I hated hurting you like I did. The guilt ate at me, and I deserved every day of pain. But the worst part was being without you."
"My life is filled with regret and I know, Euphemia. I know I began us when I shouldn't have," he said. "I know I kept critical information from you. I know I should have told you everything. I know I made the wrong choice when I saved Gel and then proceeded to compound my stupidity when I didn't check on you -- didn't think to check on you. If remorse could turn back time, lady, I'd be getting a do-over. And I'd make the right choices this time from the start, from the minute I met you."
"I'm sorry as hell about all the wrongs I committed against you. That wasn't a good basis for our relationship, and that's why I want to start from square one with you now, so I can show you that you are my first and last thought every day, and all the thoughts in between, too. I'm not going to hold anything back, I'm free from the club, I'm free from everything and everyone but you, and you are the only person I don't want to be free from. You sunk in deep, lady, all the way to the bone. I'll never let my focus waver again, never take my eyes off you again."
"I wasn't even a thought, Rogue." His hand tightened around the steering wheel and his voice, when he spoke, was hoarse. "No. You weren't. I want to refute that, but I can't. You know what happened that day and why but it'll never excuse what I did and didn't do that day." We drove on in silence for a few miles. "It's the kind of mistake that goes deep, Euphemia. It's the kind of mistakes, I should say. All of the selfish shit, all of the wrong shit leading up to that day when I did the worst thing of all."
"I love you, Euphemia. Say it again." If I sounded desperate, I was. And it was the desperation of a man who'd lost his woman because I hadn't put her first, hadn't thought about her when she should have been my first thought. For over a year, I'd been without her, a year in which the magnitude of my terrible wrongs against Euphemia sank into my skin and ate me up inside until there was nothing left of me and I'd become hollow and lifeless. Even when she returned, that emptiness inside persisted because although she was back, I still didn't have her back. She was no longer mine. It wasn't until this very moment, when she told me she loved me, that her words flooded my entire being, filling me up inside with her love, bringing me completely back to life. "I love you. I love you. I love you," she said. Then she pulled me down to her for a kiss.