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What Remains.

“I don’t think I can do this.” She began to look back and doubt.
“Charlotte, why do you say such things? If you love me we shall run as far away as we can from here. You know as well as I that they will never let us join in matrimony.” He turned to face her and gently swept his hands in hers. “I shall risk anything and everything to win your heart and to call you my bride.”
She could not stop the tears that whispered from her tear ducts. “Henry, you will lose everything. I will ruin your credibility, and we will have to endure through ceaseless hardships. I cannot do this to you, I refuse to ruin everything you’ve worked for.” She released his hands from hers, and turned her back.
“Charlotte, please. I cannot love another being as much as I love you. My future is no longer of importance.”
He reached for her but she took another step out of his grasp, though she craved his gentle caress. “Oh sweet Henry, I will always remember us. Goodbye.”
And she left, leaving him smelling the remnants of her sweet perfume.

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