She only stopped running when she reached the end of the path. Cottages looked ahead, the roads filled with people who were too busy to be bothered about her plight.
Why had she reacted like that? She swatted her forehead and glanced back at whence she had come from. Now she had just delayed her own journey. How good of her.
There was no sign of him on the trail much to her disappointment.
"It's not as if I expected him to follow me." She muttered to herself.
Struggling to catch her breath, she glanced around for a makeshift chair. Only a caved stone came into view.
Sighing with relief, she ambled over to it and sank down on it.
Of course it was normal for him to have relations with other women. After all, they barely knew each other - even though she had been pining after him as soon as she knew what the blasted word meant.
How foolish of her to have run away…
