The images flooded his mind and for the first time in a thousand years it was certainly a gift that he wish he did not have. It would have been much better to not see that and that was certainly selfish. He may have been the one to only see them but she was the one who had to live threw everything. Something he hated for her, she should have never had to go through all that she did. He loved Tatia more than anything in this lifetime and the last and he could feel how much pain she was in and that was the thing that caused him the most pain. Not even the events that happened but the pain that she had to suffer through for all of them, for his brother, all because of their mother. “Sweetheart…” He didn’t know what else to say so he pulled her into his embrace.
It hurt her to know that Elijah would feel this pain too. A part of her had wanted to carry it alone, just so he wouldn’t have to endure it as well but she also did not like keeping things from him. It was one thing to tell him, but for him to see her last memories before she died… it was one of the most painful things to relive for her alone. It was devastating to watch it and know there is nothing you can do. Once it was over, he watery doe eyes opened to meet his expression and it only made her break, letting every ounce of pain she had held in, bubble to the surface and explode all at once. She easily fell into his arms and cried, cried for their unborn child that they never had the chance to meet, for Elijah, knowing that this would hurt him as well, and for herself. “I’m so sorry,” she croaked out through tears, burying her face into his chest.
