I woke up this morning with a half-remembered dream still in my head and the following lines on my mind.
"We can't leave her, brother," he said.
"We're not leaving her. I am."
The image with those words was powerful and painful. It was one man giving in to another in the matter of loving a woman. It was that same man choosing to leave rather than fight and destroy both his brother's life and the woman they loved.
I wanted to write this down because I'd love to work the idea into something at some time. I admit I dream pretty dramatically and this was likely just that kind of dream, but it's haunting me today.