“N-Nigel?” She stopped him, reaching out one hand and
lightly grasping the fabric of his sleeve as he turned to
leave. A feeling of regret washed over her, but she had
already stopped him. She had to say something, feeling
his concerned gaze.
“Don’t go,” she implored. I’m so pathetic. “Don’t…
I…” Elinor sucked in a breath, shuffling the words together.
“I don’t want to be alone. I’m so tired of being alone at the
end of every day.” It was something she always thought,
but had never told him. Now that she had said it, it sounded
so pitiful.