Lyn could see it clearly. The beauty they saw, almost as if it was something she could reach. Almost as if it was something that she was allowed to reach out to. Almost as if everything could be...
"It's about love. Even if it was a love that couldn't blossom."
As she lets those words escape her lips, Rhys grabbed hold of her hand. She tried to pull away, yet his grip was firm.
"Seems madam nay it is. It seems thy know," Rhys whispered. Yet another quote from a famous western writer. Whenever Rhys says it, Lyn felt herself getting nervous by the minute. Why is this man able to tell things about her?
Her eyes widened when she what Rhys was getting at, realizing the mistake she had just said a few minutes ago. " That's not...what I meant. It's just ....I don't know how to deal with this...."
She didn't know.
Of course, she didn't know.
When she saw him again, just out the blue.
