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TITLE: My Fault
AUTHOR: Jade
ARCHIVE: Yes.
FANDOM: X:WP
RATING: PG
WARNING: nope
DISCLAIMER: They're not mine, but boy, don't I wish they were. *veg*
SUMMARY: sequel to His Fault

My Fault
by Jade

It was the pain that finally brought me to my senses. A sharp pain
like a shard of ice in my heart that left me unable to breathe. The
same pain that my beloved Strife was feeling as his heart broke.
And it was all my fault.

All of a sudden I was reliving everything I'd done since sticking
myself with that thrice-cursed arrow, and I started to cry when I
realized how I had been practically throwing my relationship with
Psyche in Strife's face. What sort of a pitiful excuse for a love
god does that to their beloved, arrow or no arrow?

I sat on the floor of my temple with my arms wrapped around my
knees, ignoring the tears rolling down my cheeks as I let Strife's
heartbreak wash over me. It was no more than I deserved after what
I'd put him through.

Oh, I knew that I wouldn't have done any of this without that arrow,
but I still blamed myself. For an entire year I was blind to what I
was doing to Strife, and there is simply no excuse for that. His
pain is my fault, and I have to find a way to fix it, for both our
sakes.

Hopefully Psyche will understand that I can't stay with her. I
still like her, but the year that we were married was a year that I
should have spent with Strife. But now the time's gone and not even
a god can get it back, no matter how much I want to. I would like
nothing more than to push time back until this whole debacle had
never happened and erase Strife's pain, but I can't. The most I can
do is beg him to forgive me, even if I don't deserve forgiveness.

After all, why should he forgive me? All I did was kick him out of
my bed and out of my life for a mortal woman I had just met. I only
treated him as if he meant nothing to me after all the time we'd
spent together. It couldn't have meant much to me if I could throw
it all away so easily for Psyche. I obviously couldn't have loved
him if I treated him like that. I know that's what he's thinking,
and I don't know how to convince him that none of it is true. But I
do know that I have to try. I love him, and I'll understand if he
can't forgive me for this.

After all, it is my fault.

The End