22 April 2012
He stood leaning against the side of the huge central fountain. This was their spot; the place when he'd first taken her hands in his and slowly and carefully explained why he couldn't live without her.
He glanced up at the moon, glad that it was full enough to cast the light they needed to be this far from the house after dark.
He knew she was angry, and felt some despair at knowing that it was all his fault. He hoped that all that they had shared; all the secrets that they had held together and the pain of them, would have bound her to him more closely than the anger could pull her away.
He heard footsteps in the garden.
Chapter Two • Opuss № I