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Window Wednesdays: Honesty
X-men, not smut. Window. Cut. 100 wds.
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Sean closed the window and turned to face her. "I blamed you, you know." He sighed. "For the longest time, I blamed you that she died."
"Your wife?" Natasha spread her hands flat on the table, watching him.
"Yes. And that I lost my daughter."
"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft, careful.
"I've found her now."
"And...have you found peace with your wife?"
"Sometimes." Honesty was all he could offer, now. He had nothing else.
"My husband and I." She paused, thinking. "We have not yet found peace. I hope, someday..."
"So do I." Sean sighed again. "So do I."
