If her feelings for him could be summed up in one sentence, it would be: childhood sweethearts, their shadows dancing together.
But what he gave her was disappointment in his eyes and a decisive rejection.
She had never been a little lamb. It was only after hardship that she became docile, lowering her head and drawing in her claws, a cat turned into a sheep.
When he met her, an uncharacteristic rush of kindness led him to take in this drenched little cat.
What she felt for him was nothing but habit. It seemed as if he could take her or leave her, and yet she could never quite understand him.
But that beautiful time she refused to speak of had once been the last warmth in her life. No matter how desperate things became, she never forgot the young man buried in her heart, or the girl she had been, smiling like a summer flower.
When the truth was finally laid bare, she looked at the all-too-familiar person before her, then turned to glance at the man who had given her warmth. She was confused, and she had been wrong.
In the end, panic overwhelmed her, blurring even her own heart. What choice should she make, and could she bear to break his heart?
