Shard of Glass

This was a sweet, excruciating torment he deserved—he would endure the blaze she kindled in his mind and body, and the more intense it was, the more his conscience was soothed. 'Yes,' it told him, 'feel this tortuous want, and know that it will burn you forever, and you will never act to sooth it. She is your wife in name only—she will never be yours.' E/C, of course.