He thought she would never leave him, never.
No matter what happened, no matter if he could give her an outcome.
She would never change, her feelings for him would never change.
Even...
On the night before he decided to get married, he knew it was her. He wasn't really drunk, but he truly wanted to numb himself just once, to think of nothing, to disregard everything, just like he had countless times wanted to do, to take her as his own.
He got married, and she drowned herself in alcohol day and night; he knew it.
He knew everything, yet he couldn't do anything.
Everyone is born with responsibilities they must bear; ultimately, he couldn't abandon everything just for her.
So when he learned of her heartbroken departure, he still remained indifferent.
He thought perhaps letting her go could also mean letting himself go, losing each other to time.
He truly thought that.
He never tried to inquire about her, and since then, he hadn't seen her return.
