He watched her leave, and hoped he did not scare her off. In his mind  there was nothing wrong with the love he held for her. It was natural to him. She the woman he had feel for. But then again... it was in essence wrong. But he cared not. Would risk the words, even to share their love, just one night. Just them, maybe someplace they were not known. But then...she was whom cared. Never did he want to take her into that hell, or the one his mind had once done. Of just taking her as his. Jealousy, it burned.