But she is babbling an apology and saying she needs to leave. NO! His body screams him, a ripple across heavy muscles that want to make her stay. But that was as selfish as it was masochistic. There was no good coming out of this, only hurtful thoughts that were on the verge of hurtful words.
Yet she does not leave him, despite taking her eyes. Eyes that his will sorely miss. “Maybe next time we see one another, the circumstances will be different.” A long and low sigh escapes him, softening his face if not the tumultuous range of emotion in his eyes, “I hope so, Rexanna.” He voices her name tenderly, despite the regret and hurt in his tone. His neck twitches, begging him to allow himself a final touch, a last caress. But he is firm, unmoving, an Elephant statue. Though he does not walk away, for she must leave him. As it has been, as it will be.
The Elephant will stand alone.
@Rexanna