"I'm sorry, Christopher," Etain whispered softly.
His head bowed low, he continued to walk away. "Christopher?" her pleading voice said from behind, sorrows coating her words.
The boy stopped. "I know," he muttered. "Don't apologize anymore. I…I know."
Etain stood there as he walked away from her. What could she say to get him to believe her?
But he did. Christopher trusted every word she said. He had to. And the part of him that didn't want to listen to it was driving him crazy. If she didn't want to be with him, then why did she stillstay with him?