William Griffith slowly reached out his hand, touching her. His big hand, still as warm and dry as before, gently caressed her fair face, while his other hand grabbed her fingers, seeing that the plain ring was indeed still there, shimmering at this moment. He stared at the ring for a long time, then looked back at her.
"Go back, don't care about me anymore, and don't worry about me. All this has nothing to do with you." William caressed her face, his fingers tenderly wiping away the tears in her eyes. He had never done this before, nor had he ever told her that he had thought of a name for the unborn child who had miscarried.
But it was all too late now.
Cherish Turner raised her head, her eyes red like a little rabbit's, their tear-filled gaze making William's heart ache.
"William..." Cherish murmured, calling him like that for the first time since two years had passed.
"Well, I'll be fine, go back." William coaxed and comforted her.