[He doesn't want that either. If he closed his mind and let his body speak, she would be pressed against the bank and he would be between her legs. It seemed like he could smell her, as if he could taste her, sweat and lake intermixing. But every time he nearly reached out for her, he would think of the mistakes he had made, the people who looked up to him, the honor weighing heavily on his shoulders and the woman who hadn't yet left his thoughts.
No. It wasn't time for this and he couldn't let go, not yet.
He turned his back, locking his eyes on the water's surface as he waited for her to climb out of the lake.]
I'm sorry.
[He couldn't explain what he was sorry for. He was simply sorry for everything.]
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No. It wasn't time for this and he couldn't let go, not yet.
He turned his back, locking his eyes on the water's surface as he waited for her to climb out of the lake.]
I'm sorry.
[He couldn't explain what he was sorry for. He was simply sorry for everything.]