Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

Look at her with her happy life. Her happy kids. Surrounded by people who loved her. Her perfect work attitude. Her welcoming face. Her attractive personality that drew in others around her until she was just swimming in friends, relationships. One breeding season out, and that was all it took. A family. A life. A husband. He hadn't seen him, but he was sure he was there. Wasn't her life just so great? Didn't she just get all the cards handed to her neatly into her palms? And what had she done for it?

Little miss perfect. Can do no wrong. Can breathe no errors. Can speak no sin. She had it all now, with no problems, and no story with a plot that spiraled before her eyes. That the only villain in her story-- was him.

She got to have a perfect life, didn't she? The perfect story. A happy ending.

He stared at her, a bitter flux in his gut. He saw it. Her eyes pierced by moonlight, and he, draped in the belly of the shadows.

Even now, she extended her word to someone such as him.

A peace he didn't think he had.

With the symphony of a silent night and a forest desperate to sleep, he could only stare. A peer through his tired lids, and empty mind.

"Yes."

She had everything.

And he had nothing.

He hated her for it.