“What do I do, oh Lord?” he cried. “I did something terrible… I never wanted to steal Garland’s woman. I tried everything to stop it, but Cherity insisted on keeping the baby.”
“Lord, do you think I’m an ungrateful traitor too?” he asked. “Garland supported my studies for years, and I turned on him like a bastard. Oh, he must hate me to death! I might as well just die…”
He had taken Cherity’s gun when he snuck out and was now holding it to his head.
But he didn’t even know how to pull the trigger. He fumbled around, completely overwhelmed.
The next second, she rushed in and snatched it away from him.
In one swift motion, she pulled him into her arms.
Even though I was tied up and dragged to the church gates, I could still hear her ragged, panicked breathing from afar.
“It’s okay now. It’s okay…”
Her face was pale with worry as if she wanted to absorb him into her body, to protect him with everything she had.
“Oh, babe, you absolute fool…”
Barrett kept sobbing, trying weakly to break free. But eventually, he collapsed tearfully in her arms, looking heartbreakingly pitiful.
I had imagined that scene countless times in my head.