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"You ruined my life! You tore apart my family, you tore my heart right out of my fucking chest-" Charlie's voice broke as he choked on his tears, "and yet I still want you to have it..."
Mariana faulters, hesitates for a moment. He wants to reach out and hold his husband, rock them both from side to side and comfort him. But he can't.
Not when he is the reason he's such a mess.
"Charlie..." He tries, weakly. Charlie sobs as he turns his head away.
"GOD." Mariana flinches as Charlie yells, stomping his foot and running a hand through his already disheveled hair "Mariana..." His voice softens. "When I said my vows-" he paused to take a gasping breath, "-I never, never! Thought that the death that would part us would be our daughter's." He stops again to compose himself, rubbing his face. "And by your hands, no less..."
Mariana held his hands close to his chest, wringing them together anxiously as Charlie spoke. He wanted to speak, opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried. His words died in his throat, without a chance to be voiced.
"You broke me, my home, my heart, my family-" He hesitated. "...My daughter." Mariana opened his mouth to speak, an apology on his tongue, "BUT I STILL LOVE YOU."
They both stopped.
Mariana looked at Charlie, shocked, confused. How could he say that? He couldn't. He couldn't love Mariana, not anymore.
"I'm... Sorry." Mariana says, hesitant.
"Look what you've done to me Mari..."
He did. He stared at Charlie, for a while. In front of him was not the man he married. Here before him was a man, broken and torn apart by grief and betrayal.
Broken and torn apart by him. The person he was meant to trust the most.
Charlie spoke up again. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do we part... I meant it. I still love you, I cherish every sickening moment we spend together, Mariana!" His voice is gravelly, hoarse as he choked back tears again. At this point, neither could tell if they were of sorrow or rage. It didn't matter.
Mariana's eyes flickered over every part of Charlie in sight. Searching for something, a sign, words to say.
He found them.
"I... Love you too, Charlie."
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