She spoke in halting sentences, and then felt her body being tightly embraced. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word as the man's faint voice sounded beside her ear, pleading in a low tone, "Please... stop talking..."
His weak voice entered her ear, giving her a feeling of breathlessness.
It was as if a hand was gently squeezing her heart, bringing a slight numbing sensation.
In the end, she hadn't managed to escape.
She hadn't really believed she could leave, but there were some things she had to attempt, or else she could never let go. She had always been very stubborn, just as she had been stubbornly in love with this man for fifteen years.
Samuel Johnson took her hand and led her back to the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the sun gradually illuminating the whole room, and soon the interior became bright.
Amanda Smith sat there while Samuel Johnson sat in front of her. Neither spoke, and in this silence, Amanda grew increasingly uneasy.
