She didn't want to think it was true, and surely there had to be something else that kept she and Ari together after what they had endured—but she couldn't think of anything. Total blank. She stayed with Ari because of her own reputation but more importantly the good of her son, and Ari - well, he was with her because she give him a way to hide who he really was, but if not for Elliott would she have accepted that and stayed? She wasn't so sure anymore. She loved Ari, just liked she loved Zelda, but if given a chance to pursue happiness without it affecting her son she couldn't be so sure that she would pass on it.
And the fact that she was even second-guessing herself was not helping her try to tone down the intensity of this entire conversation. She will riddled with guilt and now she couldn't hide it on her face; her attempt to keep her lips in a straight line only resulted in a strained, unattractive frown.
"We have similar interests and we get along, but that's not holding our marriage together," she admitted, a little miserably. If only Ari was able to love her—or even be attracted to her, if he couldn't love her—there might be hope for them later on even without Elliott gluing them together, but knowing how he was Dionisia felt - trapped. There was a limit to their relationship, no room for growth, a finality they'd already reached. As seriously as she'd thought truth it and as much as she knew her thought process to be real and sound, she felt no less silly admitting it to another person. "We just live with each other. There's no - no anything."
And the fact that she was even second-guessing herself was not helping her try to tone down the intensity of this entire conversation. She will riddled with guilt and now she couldn't hide it on her face; her attempt to keep her lips in a straight line only resulted in a strained, unattractive frown.
"We have similar interests and we get along, but that's not holding our marriage together," she admitted, a little miserably. If only Ari was able to love her—or even be attracted to her, if he couldn't love her—there might be hope for them later on even without Elliott gluing them together, but knowing how he was Dionisia felt - trapped. There was a limit to their relationship, no room for growth, a finality they'd already reached. As seriously as she'd thought truth it and as much as she knew her thought process to be real and sound, she felt no less silly admitting it to another person. "We just live with each other. There's no - no anything."
