The world in front of Cherish Turner was shrouded in darkness, as agonizing pain crippled her, obstructing her ability to think. But she wouldn't allow herself to weaken at this time, nor would she allow herself to revel in his fleeting gentleness. Even though she yearned for it, coveted it. As if she already knew the outcome, her voice became even lighter, so light that it was almost a whisper to herself, "I'm afraid I'll need to trouble President Griffith with sending me home again..."
It turns out, one person can't do everything.
Like now for instance.
After a lengthy silence, William Griffith remained quiet.
As the car sped past, his deep and robust masculine voice unexpectedly resonated in her ear, so insubstantial and elusive: "You can be sad, but don't be for too long, it hurts me."
With a loud boom, she felt as though her head had been hit by something.
