Status: thank you.
The Sanctuary Beyond the Undergrowth
twentyfive
Keith always holds me at arms length. “You’re young and inexperienced, Elouise. I don’t wanna just—just—do anything I want. Understand?”
In a way I do and it overcomes me like some overwhelming series of emotions. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a nice, comforting feeling that I hope doesn’t go away anytime soon.
Keith was playing with a string on his shirt as he bowed his head softly and frowned at something invisible. “I don’t wanna—don’t want to—soil you... y’know?” His pale eyes flickered in my direction, groping for any emotion I had to give. I gave my bottom lip a soft bite and could only nod, a little numb—uncertain. “You’re too important to soil,” he finished gently, voice low enough for him to wish it carried off into the wind somewhere far away from me.
I felt my heart jump, much as it is now.
In a way I do and it overcomes me like some overwhelming series of emotions. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a nice, comforting feeling that I hope doesn’t go away anytime soon.
Keith was playing with a string on his shirt as he bowed his head softly and frowned at something invisible. “I don’t wanna—don’t want to—soil you... y’know?” His pale eyes flickered in my direction, groping for any emotion I had to give. I gave my bottom lip a soft bite and could only nod, a little numb—uncertain. “You’re too important to soil,” he finished gently, voice low enough for him to wish it carried off into the wind somewhere far away from me.
I felt my heart jump, much as it is now.