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You were married to Ripley. You have been for years now, you can still recall how often he told you how he loved you in the very beginning of your marriage... But year after year, that's just worn off. He barely says it anymore, you hardly feel appreciated in the relationship and everything just feels sort of.. forced.

When you met Peter, your life practically did a whole turn. Well, it felt like it anyway. You started having an affair with him, he knew of your marriage of course, but it seemed like he didn't care a single bit. You started going on secret dates, you talked lots, and you felt a lot better with him. But there was a sinking feeling in your stomach each time you looked into those chocolate doe eyes of his, each time you kissed his lips, each time you were even near him.

You awoke in bed, Peter next to you, an arm lazily wrapped around your waist. It was the morning after, you'd both slept like rocks. "Mornin'," Peter mumbled sleepily as he felt you shift. He turned to face you, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his face, kissing your knuckles. This time when you met his gaze, you could finally identify that ever persisting feeling: Guilt.

Peter seemed to have noticed your changed demeanor. "You okay?" He asked against your hand.