I could not remember how long I had been in that kneeling position at his door. I had nowhere to go, I knew no one and so I could only wait for him to understand I was sorry to have said what I said.
The guilt was not strong enough to keep my eyes open as the weakness of my body must have been stronger. I should not place the two feelings together the way I did but I must say that I tried so hard to use the guilt I felt to remain awake until he calms down enough to see my face again.
I leaned forward against the door because when I tried to stand up, I made no progress, my legs had been strained to the point of getting cramped. I bit my lips in pain as I tried to hold back a moan. I could only remain in that position because the more I tried, the more painful it got.
I fell in love with a man who was outwardly cold but completely softhearted. Don't call me a fool for saying that since I had no evidence to back it up.
