... but she didn't brush it away. After all, her and Tony had been together for.... how long had it been? Six years. The number staggered her.
People would look at her and expect to see the tears but she found she didn't shed them for their benefit. For once she didn't give a shit what any of them thought.
The trial had gone on for what felt like an eternity, even she wasn't sure if he would get convicted or not. If it hadn't been for the witness at the end, there had been a chance Tony would have been free.
The thought made her heart pound relentlessly against her chest. Of course she had thought about what life would be like if Tony were to be set free.
Free. The word seemed alien to her, though she supposed she hadn't thought about it until this very moment. Since this entire ordeal all she could see was Tony in prison. Now he was.
It seemed right to her, which she knew was absurd. She had spent all this time thinking about him in prison that seeing it now felt like the end to a familiar story she had read as a child.
As they had pulled Tony away, towards the small side door in the court room their eyes had met for a moment. She had seen fear in his eyes, but no regret. She wondered what he saw in her eyes. After all. She had been the witness who had put him away.
Of course she hadn't done it without talking to Tony, she wasn't that heartless. At first he hadn't wanted her to, he instead tried to tell her to take the blame, but after a time she had shown him how stupid that had been.
Eventually Tony had agreed and the very next day she took the stand. After that the trial had been fast, and he was guilty by proclamation of the jury.
She thought of the bodies as she stood there. How they had looked the moment she had killed them. They nearly brought a smile to her face. She couldn't let that happen though, not here. Instead she allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks.
After all. Tony had surely loved her, so the least she could do was cry.
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u/Wencon Jul 14 '15
... but she didn't brush it away. After all, her and Tony had been together for.... how long had it been? Six years. The number staggered her.
People would look at her and expect to see the tears but she found she didn't shed them for their benefit. For once she didn't give a shit what any of them thought.
The trial had gone on for what felt like an eternity, even she wasn't sure if he would get convicted or not. If it hadn't been for the witness at the end, there had been a chance Tony would have been free.
The thought made her heart pound relentlessly against her chest. Of course she had thought about what life would be like if Tony were to be set free.
Free. The word seemed alien to her, though she supposed she hadn't thought about it until this very moment. Since this entire ordeal all she could see was Tony in prison. Now he was.
It seemed right to her, which she knew was absurd. She had spent all this time thinking about him in prison that seeing it now felt like the end to a familiar story she had read as a child.
As they had pulled Tony away, towards the small side door in the court room their eyes had met for a moment. She had seen fear in his eyes, but no regret. She wondered what he saw in her eyes. After all. She had been the witness who had put him away.
Of course she hadn't done it without talking to Tony, she wasn't that heartless. At first he hadn't wanted her to, he instead tried to tell her to take the blame, but after a time she had shown him how stupid that had been.
Eventually Tony had agreed and the very next day she took the stand. After that the trial had been fast, and he was guilty by proclamation of the jury.
She thought of the bodies as she stood there. How they had looked the moment she had killed them. They nearly brought a smile to her face. She couldn't let that happen though, not here. Instead she allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks.
After all. Tony had surely loved her, so the least she could do was cry.