They say a woman is made for love and that it takes much for a man to feel that. I care to disagree, that is foolish. Some men love too quickly and too hard, they seek to find succor and to be saved by a soft hearted girl. What are they lacking that they so greedily cling to another for the embrace and moments of forgetfulness of their past crimes. They cannot face their ghosts so they bury themselves in flesh. And how many women fall for such games? So many want to be the light, the savior of a man that they do not realize the weight of his burdens may very well crush them, too.
I stood with Bill in the Pony, he seems very eager to touch me whenever he can. A hand on my waist, an arm around me. I am sure there is some solace in contact, a balm for a ravaged soul such as his. He has been a friend of ours for a long time, we grew up together and shared many adventures in the woods. Bill, Corrben, and I. His Millie was a friend, a sweet girl who bore the brunt of the rage and lust that burns in some men's hearts. Bill's love was too great, though. It buried her in the end, finishing the job started by those five men.
He asked me if Corrben would not mind if he saw me. That made me angry. Not so much that I would need my brother's permission but that he thought to ask about his feelings rather than my own. I told him he should ask if I wanted to see him, rather than what my twin thought. Bill seemed taken aback and muttered about thinking I did. Poor Bill, he has a great heart that has been broken and I am not the one to mend it. Unfortunately for him, the only balms I can provide are those made of herbs, none of which could cure what ails him. I am not completely heartless, I asked him to walk me home as I know he could not abide a woman walking alone in the darkness. I know much of what haunts him though there are still shadows over the crimes.
