Walking by the sea, he watched her smile as the wind blew her
hair. He brushed his hand against hers, then held it slightly and she
looked at him startled. The gentle blush on her cheeks showed a
pleasantly surprised approval; but those misty eyes... They told a
different story; one which had longing, but had refusal too.
“Loving you is as natural as breathing to me... As involuntary! But I didn’t shed all those tears for nothing. I can’t do it again. I’m sorry, my love!”
“Loving you is as natural as breathing to me... As involuntary! But I didn’t shed all those tears for nothing. I can’t do it again. I’m sorry, my love!”
He was taken aback. His worst fears had just come true.
But was it the end?
But was it the end?
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