Guinevere was afraid. She was shaken, yet, it wasn't the recent events that troubled her most. She was scared of what had happened before, something she had fled from in the past and continued still to evade. Something that scares her to continue running.
"Guinevere…"
"Can I leave?" Guinevere interrupted. Alexander remained silent, watching her intently. Without waiting for his permission, she turned and started away.
"You are running!" He called out suddenly. And it was the truth.
"What?" Guinevere stopped in her tracks, turning back to face him. She was appalled.
"You are running."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are. You are running and have always been running."
"Your words cannot provoke me to stay." She began once more for the door.
