The hunting life is just not one that can be left behind.
Sooner or later, things will always catch up. He should know - better than anyone - that skeletons in the closet can never simply stay there.
But she makes him hopeful. She makes him want to build up a house, a life together. He is in love, and it makes him stupid, reckless. She makes him forget that his arms are no protection against the world he knows is out there.
It's over in a blink.
The past catches up, and it's a long time overdue. He should have know that walking away would never make it safe, should have protected them better. After all, he knew how. He just wanted to believe that it was over, and now he's paying the price.
Memories tangle together and flash before his eyes as they burn up like straw on the ceiling.
Those Who Live in Straw Houses Shouldn't Tempt Fate
The hunting life is just not one that can be left behind.
Sooner or later, things will always catch up. He should know - better than anyone - that skeletons in the closet can never simply stay there.
But she makes him hopeful. She makes him want to build up a house, a life together. He is in love, and it makes him stupid, reckless. She makes him forget that his arms are no protection against the world he knows is out there.
It's over in a blink.
The past catches up, and it's a long time overdue. He should have know that walking away would never make it safe, should have protected them better. After all, he knew how. He just wanted to believe that it was over, and now he's paying the price.
Memories tangle together and flash before his eyes as they burn up like straw on the ceiling.