Benjamin leaned back, sensing Wren's anger. He kept his voice gentle. "What do you mean? Tell me what happened, Wren. If you talk about it, perhaps—"
Wren cut him off, his voice sharp and loud. "It won't help. Nothing will change the past. Nothing."
Benjamin remained silent, giving Wren the space to breathe and pull himself together.
"Our emotions are like water, Wren. When its container is too full, the water has nowhere else to go but to spill over," Benjamin said softly. "Or like ice that expands until it breaks through the container holding it. We have to let it out somewhere. If we don't, it will eventually destroy us from the inside."
Wren nodded slowly, acknowledging Benjamin's words. He began to pace around the room as he tried to calm himself and gather his thoughts.
"You see… we were naive," Wren said. "We truly believed that our love would be enough to overcome anything."
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