Margaret stared out of the train window. She was happy for the first time since she had left Milton. Watching the world go blurring by, she realised how much had changed since she first made the journey to Milton. Johns' arm was protectively round her shoulders and glancing at him she saw that he too was deep in his own thought.
'What are you thinking about?' She asked, her voice had a contented softness about it, her breathing still unsteady from his kiss.
He looked up at her and almost immediately Margaret stared down at her hands. The way he looked at her still made her feel strange. Not uncomfortable, more… unworthy. He seemed to look right inside her, it was as if he could see everything she had ever done, even the bad things and yet he still loved her. She didn't feel she would ever find the strength to match the intensity of his stare.
Her eyes shifted upwards just enough to see a smile break out across his face.
'I was just thinking about what my mother will say.'
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