Chapter 17 – Everything's Not Lost
He turned to leave but something was stopping him. He turned his head back, only to find small nimble fingers encased around his wrist.
"Please." It was her whispered final plea. His eyes opened as her tight grip brought him back to reality. He pulled his eyes away from her hazel orbs and looked down at her pouting pink lips.
He took a large step forward, her grip on his wrist loosened, but for some reason he couldn't leave, his feet felt as though they were glued to the floor.
Maybe it wasn't as bad as she had first anticipated, maybe it would all be okay again one day; one day soon. But once again she had been wrong. He turned around and took one last kiss; a final memory of what the had, a final memory of whatcould never be again.
"Everything's not lost…" he had said on his way out and at that precise moment she knew it. She needed purity – then maybe he would look at her differently for once.