He wanted to spend his life here with her!
Time passed quickly, and soon it was the evening.
The setting sun dyed the sky and the white clouds red.
John led Kathleen out of the cabin and sat her down on the beach.
The waves crashed into the shore one at a time.
John pulled Kathleen into his arms and lowered his head to look at her. His black eyes were as deep as the stars in the night sky.
He had locked Kathleen here for three days and three nights.
John had taken care of her, feeding her and cooking for her. He took care of her as carefully as Kathleen took care of him in the past.
However, no matter how much care he gave Kathleen, he could not see a smile on her face.
She became quieter with each passing day, withering like a flower.
John muttered, "Kathleen, is it that painful to be with me?"
Kathleen raised her eyes to look at him in silence.
"Do you hate me for not taking you that night..."
