CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT- I WASN'T IN LOVE

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William

One day, everyone leaves. In the end, I always end up alone.
I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment, but the image of my mother under that sheet came to my mind. Under that sheet was the woman I loved, and she was gone.
It was strange for me to think that while watching Heloyse walk away. It had been a strange day. I was fine, strangely happy, and suddenly, everything had gone wrong.
And those memories came to my mind as she left.
She said she didn't have a heart to give to anyone anymore, and that bothered me. I wanted to run and hug her, but my pride wouldn't let me. Damn it! I've never chased after any woman, so why would I do it now?
I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair.
Why did I feel like this? Am I...?
"Of course not, Will! Of course not!"
Then, I missed kissing her. I missed touching her hand. I missed her scent and even the softness of her hair.
I went into the stable, prepared the saddle on Diamante, and rode towards the river. I needed to cool my head. One thing I was sure of: I wouldn't go after her. I'm not that kind of man, and I never will be.
So why was I like this? "Oh hell... It couldn't be love...".
Suddenly, I felt tired. Tired of being alone. A brief desire to have her with me every night, every morning, and every day crossed my mind.
This wasn't good. I wasn't in love!

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