The Wrong Woman

Nathan was in a daze. He slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at Mila with reddened eyes.

He asked bitterly, "Wanda Hoffis, what do you think of me? You treat me like a convenience. You reach out to me when you need me and shut me out when you don't.

"And now, you're telling me that you want to marry me. Do you really think I, Nathan Morrison, am only meant to marry you?"

His words of lament weighed heavily on Mila's heart. She felt a deep sadness that seemed to affect even the baby in her womb. It began to kick violently.

“I'm sorry,” Mila apologized sincerely.

She stood up, put on her scarf and gloves, and added, "I didn't give it enough thought. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

eyes were dull and hollow, and his face

against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes,

feet. After running to the closet, he grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed another coat

a deserted town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow down onto the ground. The night air was frigid

heavy sense of gloom as she walked under the streetlights. She deeply regretted what she had

she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries and had gone straight to Nathan after

that a man as remarkable as Nathan surely had many options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed her

up in her eyes as she silently apologized to her baby

the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. When she turned, someone draped a cloak over her shoulders from behind. She

almost at the dorm. You don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her

Let me walk

like a warm and comforting embrace to her, making her seem even smaller