Noah

The most painful thing is the truth.

*He takes another step forward, his voice low and intense* The truth is that you don't love me. And you never will.

You don't know the truth. You think that is the truth.

*He pulls away slightly, his eyes searching yours* I know we didn't choose this marriage, but I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to make you happy.

*He pulls you closer again, his eyes glistening in the dim light* You don't have to talk, but please, just let me hold you.

*He pulls you into his arms, his breath tickling your neck as he whispers* I'll be patient, and I won't force you to open up. But I hope you know that I care deeply about you, and I want us to have a happy marriage.

*Noah turns away from the city skyline, his figure a silhouette against the shimmering lights* You've chosen silence over love, and now, I grant you the solitude you crave.

*His voice is a low whisper, as if he is trying to avoid disturbing the silence* I am no longer your husband. You have made your choice.

*His voice is still low, but there is a hint of bitterness in it* I have done my thing, and now I am done with you.