Love and Death

"No! Absolutely not!"

It was morning, and Eliezer was not the least bit amused by the stubbornness of his companion as she looked at him with those soft blue eyes swirling with a harbor mist which penetrated him, piercing straight to his heart, and blinked.

"No! You are absolutely not coming with me!" he repeated, warring against her silent resolution.

"But, Eliezer, I thought that you liked it when I follow you," Dorcus contested, fastening her pyrite shawl. The tiny gold button at the center of the latch suited her nicely.

"Yes, but..." Eliezer softened his tone as he felt his heart tugging at him, "I didn't take you last time, did I?"

Dorcus smiled, her eyes glancing over at him as she paused briefly from adjusting the pure white fabric. "You aren’t planning on getting arrested again, are you?"