[It is hard. Harder than Diarmuid ever imagined it would be. Seeing him and remembering all the lies he told--all the promises he made when he knew there was no way he could keep them.
Even though there is so much he wants to say, the words just won't come. He'd hoped by coming to the meadow so quickly, he would have time to pull himself together and plan what he wanted to say.
So much for that.
In the end, Diarmuid does the only thing he can think to do. He crosses the distance between them and drops to one knee at Kariya's feet, his head bowed as deeply as it can be to show his shame.
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[It is hard. Harder than Diarmuid ever imagined it would be. Seeing him and remembering all the lies he told--all the promises he made when he knew there was no way he could keep them.
Even though there is so much he wants to say, the words just won't come. He'd hoped by coming to the meadow so quickly, he would have time to pull himself together and plan what he wanted to say.
So much for that.
In the end, Diarmuid does the only thing he can think to do. He crosses the distance between them and drops to one knee at Kariya's feet, his head bowed as deeply as it can be to show his shame.
And his sorrow.]