“I will never make you stay,” I said carefully. “I think you should, my lord.”
He lifted his head, looked upon me with those deep eyes. “Go now, to the depths, and do not forget the things I have told you.”
He seemed to believe he would return. I looked upon him longingly for that last time. I lied to myself, told myself I would learn to love again.
I could never tell him the truth; never tell him I admired him, loved him, hated him.
Too many shades of grey.
Finally, I felt free to do what I wanted.
IDoS 2012. Inspired by the song: I Felt Free by Circa Survive.