The year of our Lord, 1192
…“And truth be told my conscience was eating me up inside for leaving you like I had. Somehow I believed you’d think more of me if I’d gone away. That was the real reason why I hadn’t come to you that last night.”
She shook her head. “What does that have to do with not saying goodbye?”
He sighed, knowing it was foolishness. “Partly I knew that if I didn’t make a clean break from you I might not be able to leave you at all. Partly I was a fool, and believed that if you thought I wasn’t as interested you, you might want me more.”…
Darcy Branwyn 
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