Author of quotes: Jordy Rivers. Merry oak

- No one will whisper behind your back, no one will show you finger, I started with resentment.
- Come on, - she repeated.
And I knew that first of all Eleanor wanted to protect me from myself. She wanted to warn me and not allow myself to saying a bunch of things for which I would be ashamed. Because I would never forgive myself if I hurt Grinel a word.

And yet... even I was doubtful. My soul was screaming about having to kiss Grinel, about the only correct thing, but the mind was afraid. What if she doesn't respond? What if she gets mad? And I listened to your mind, your fear, woven of doubt.
Eleanor looked down and turned away.
From anger, I wanted to bite off his hand.

I don't understand what's going on - he heard the voice of Eleanor.
It could hear genuine despair.
"Me too," I agreed. Only in my voice and was rather joyful, lax carelessness.
Grinel looked at me. As always piercingly and thoughtfully.
What is there to think that?
She thought, probably about what rumors will spread in our village, if you put me in the hospital for the insane.
And I thought about how someone's eyes sparkle so brightly, and how one person's gaze could cause so many feelings, so many unknown earlier tenderness and delight.
How is it that I fell in love with? How?

- Because there are other, more worthy! - I blurted out without thinking.
You? - she gave me a look that anyone would sink into the ground. I was only saved by the natural audacity.
- And what have I done? - to go into the bottle was not the best idea, but I wanted at least somewhere to hide this from her, "You?"