It was Gwaine, leaning against a lamppost, his washed-out pallor obvious beneath the weak lamp light. Gone was the usual mirth from his eyes, his cheeks had hollowed, and it appeared as if he hadn’t bothered combing his hair in a week. “Hey.” Gwen could not think of anything else to say, and she began to panic, wondering if Gwaine had relapsed. He looked that awful. “We need to talk.” “All right.” Gwen wanted to take his hand, but she was afraid he might not be receptive. “Are you okay? Have you, um…” He narrowed his eyes in confusion, then he sighed as understanding took hold. “Have I relapsed? No, Gwen, I haven’t. I’m just nursing a broken heart. I attended extra NA meetings this week, and I worked more hours to keep myself …show more content…
“I mean, it’s not like you were sleeping with him.” His face fell. “Were you?” “No, I wasn’t. Of course not.” He visibly relaxed. “I believe you. When are you going to see him again?” “I don’t know. There are no firm plans, but his sister is getting married on New Year’s Day, and she invited me to the wedding. I want to go, and he’ll be there.” “And I can’t go with you. Gotcha.” Gwen had no response. She couldn’t very well turn up with Gwaine on her arm after he and Arthur had exchanged punches. He sat back and frowned. “Never mind. But tell me this: Do I need to worry about you and Arthur.” “No.” “Okay. I’d like it if from now on you let me know when you’re seeing him. I’m not being stalkerish, and I don’t want to micromanage your life, but if you’re seeing the guy socially, I deserve to know. I’m trying to be understanding, but it’s tough. Does that make sense?” “It makes complete sense, and I’m sorry I hid things from you. It was wrong in so many ways. I should have been upfront about being in touch with Arthur, but I was afraid to lose you.” “Could you cut ties with him? Are you willing to do that?” She looked away. “I can’t I’m sorry.” “So this is something I have to deal with if I want to be with you?” Tearful, Gwen nodded. “Okay, Gwen. As long as you’re willing to tell me when you two get together, I’ll accept it, and I expect honesty and
“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”
“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.
“Yes, I suppose so. I am sorry for having told you this. I hope you won’t hold it against me. I only wanted to help.”
“I’m saying I’m sorry that I can’t be what you need.” Her mouth opens to reply. I cover her mouth with a finger, forbidding her to interrupt. “I don’t think I have it in me. I’m not built that way,” I tell her.
"I want to know what's wrong with you!" Arthur answered, his patience beginning to wear
“I haven’t seen her for a few days. Are you two still together?. It would be sad if you broke up, but all good things must come to an end”.
"I’m okay. What about you?" He draws his words out and takes steps back at the same time so she doesn’t notice just how much he’s shying away from her. He wants to keep his distance. He’s still upset. Way too upset to kiss her or even subtly brush hands with her when it’s too dark to make out each other’s features.
“Okay, man what's wrong? You've been acting really distant all day.” Rhett asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.
Though puzzled, Gilbert let Anne guide him through the trees until they reached a small sylvan hut made of old boards and capped with evergreen branches that Gilbert had never seen before. Ducking through the low entranceway, the two entered the quaint hovel. Anne crossed the small space and sat down on a little stump, while Gilbert stood at the entrance, contemplating the room while lips parted in wonder. He held out his hand and caught a glimmering ray of golden light as it streamed through a crack in the thatched roof, and admired it tranquilly.
Her expression softened. “Look, I have no idea what’s going on between the two of you, but I’m sure it can be worked out. honestly, I bet he just needed some extra rest because he was up all night playing with himself.”
“Well, that’s the secret. I was worried about telling you, so I’ve been trying to avoid you for the longest time. But, I guess the cat is out of the bag now,” I said.
“I’d love to just believe that Robert and I just weren’t meant to be. That we ended on good terms and with happy memories, but I can’t forget what happened. It’s a part of me now. I still remember the first time he hurt me.”
“No, it’s not that. He was very kind in telling me that he is not ready to take that step.” I tell her
“What have you done?” She gasped, checking for any marks on his face as he rolled over to face her. “What have I done?”
“Sorry, but I can’t see myself forcing someone into a relationship they want no part of.”