Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-28358106-20160723182507

Regina sits down on a bench opposite, folding her hands. She says nothing for a minute.

"I'm not going to ask you if you want to talk about it, because I know firsthand how little that phrase means," she says, looking off. "When Ibrahim and I first moved to Whitemarch, we were only one step ahead of our pasts.  I know he's told you the story.  He's told you more than even our children know.  They are so young and full of optimism,  they don't deserve to be burdened with it."

She takes a deep breath. "Right from the beginning,  we were happy with each other.  We never stopped being in love, and we still feel that way today.   But it took us working at our futures to understand that it was the only way to stop feeling tortured by our pasts.  Ibrahim still blames himself for what he's done, and he always will.  But when I see how much he loves our daughters,  and how kind he is to the townspeople, I know that he's found his way of forgiving himself."

Then, unexpectedly,  she leans forward and takes his hand. "You live close to a family who love you and who would do anything to see you happy.  Let us help you find your way, too."