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"You never loved me." She wails, her eyes a bleeding red that he can't face. She's kneeling at his feet and he's frozen in the light of the accusation that marks his skin whipped with every word.
She doesn't see it, of course. Her grief and ache blinds her.
He kneels, eyes burning with tears as he holds her as desperately as she sobs. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
His and her pain are both entwined and it's a physical ache in his heart.
"You are the perpetrator of the universe," she says,"Help me. I beg of you. Please."
He holds her tighter still, for she needs to be held together as she breaks apart. "I am here. Here. I won't leave you. I will never leave you. I will always, always be with you."
"Then love me!" She screams, and the kaustubh jewel on his chest leaves an impression on her forehead as she slumps in his arms. "Protect me! Let me be happy. Please, just love me, please, please. Please. Love me."
She's sniffling as he begs her to believe him. Believe in him. "I do. I've loved you for yugs, I've loved you since before you were born, I've loved you before you knew of me and I will love you even if you never love me. You are a part of me. I love you, beyond illusions and beyond doubt."
Her nails are leaving tiny red scraps down his arms but she's trembling still. "You are a God. How can you ever love me?"
"I am your Krishna first." He says and she sobs harder.
It's guilt instead of grief now, but he holds her all the same.