“I still don’t know what to believe,” Garin said, looking at her, his eyes pained. “It’s bad enough that I am dealing with my family and their crazy beliefs but then I meet you and you’re wonderful. But then you’re apparently my sworn enemy and you kiss me while you’re promised to someone else.” He let go of her hand and stood, walking a few feet away. He put his hands on his head and stared up at the glistening moon.
Willow sighed. She knew that whatever this was between them had to end. It was idiotic. It was suicidal. But she still wanted it. Wanted him. She walked towards him, keeping her distance. She still felt the moon song singing in her bones.
“I know. It’s a lot. I didn’t expect to…ever feel this way, I suppose. I never wanted Lyall. I’ve been putting off the wedding for ages now. I didn’t want to commit to him. I would’ve rather been alone.” She wanted to reach out to touch him, but she knew she probably shouldn’t.