Tag: gamble, leave, leaving, life, love, risk

For God’s sake, Gwen,” he said gently. “What matter that I love you. That’s not the bit that’s always been missing.”Her lips parted. They wished to ask a question she could not bear to bring herself to ask. He was never less than honest. The answer, than, was bound to be wrong.”So she did not ask it as a question. “You won’t leave me,” she said.He drew a long breath. “There,” he said, quietly, fiercely. “That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can’t. Gwen.” His hands closed on her wrists, tightening until she swallowed and found her courage and looked up at him. “I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will not regret the gamble.