It would have been much easier to fade into the night, but easy and right were seldom the same. So it was this time.
Desire is a powerful overlord. I succumbed to it with no thought of the consequences or of him. I should have considered what it would mean, but I never allowed reason or conscience to whisper even the tiniest objection to me. I was obsessed.
It was my fault he had fallen. The once mighty editor, master of minions and millions, was on his knees before me, looking up at me with those brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that once adored what I possessed. Eyes now filled with accusation and loathing for what I had done. He would never understand my needs. How could he? I didn't understand them myself.
I could have bought what I desired, but I had to have it from him. None other would satisfy me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I blamed him for my weakness, but I knew it was my doing alone.
Perhaps if I had repaired the gaping hole I left behind it wouldn't have been so bad, but I was sure there was no repairing this damage. Why even try?
I looked down at him and brushed away a tear of regret for what was. "I'm sorry." It wasn't enough, but it was all I could give him.
He only growled in response from the hole in his floor where I had cut out the inlay.