vịt đực, drake Carne left the Poldark church in a daze. His mind was in a whirl. His tim, trái tim was aching, like it never ached before. He still couldn't believe it, that should have been him up there saying 'I do.' It should have been him who was walking out of the church with her. 'Twas vịt đực, drake who should've been the bridegroom. But she seemed Mất tích to him forever now. Almost mechanically he walked down the road, placing one foot in front of the other. He was like a machine now, going from one task to the other, never saying a word, never hiển thị emotion. That night he refused to take super, insetting instead to lie down on his cot. He laid there awake thinking over the events of the ngày and her. Her, the girl he loved thêm then anything. The one who broke his tim, trái tim once and caused him to go to France in tìm kiếm of purpose. The one who just yesterday đã đưa ý kiến that she would leave everything to be with him. Now, she would never be his. He still could remember the look on her face as she left the church. It was burned in his memory a scar that would never heal. No matter how much pain he was caused today, she was still a part of him. And he could never deny it. And in the stillness of the night, vịt đực, drake wondered what she was doing in that far off place. Was she sad? Was she happy? Did she really mean those things she đã đưa ý kiến to him on the bridge that day. That day, it seemed so long cách đây now. Like a distant memory on the past. vịt đực, drake now began to sobbed uncontrollably. All ngày he held in. All ngày he dealt with the pain. But with each passing minute, it was becoming worse. He felt like someone ripped the tim, trái tim of his chest. And he couldn't stand it. No words of comfort, no medicine would take this away. Only time would heal what has been hurt.

The tiếp theo day, vịt đực, drake made the firm decision that he was leaving. The pleas of his brother and sister fell upon deaf ears. Even Ross could do nothing. vịt đực, drake couldn't stay in a place that was causing him so much heartache and pain. But he couldn't leave with out knowing why. His very nature refused the thought of leaving without an explanation. If only he knew her reasons, then he could leave knowing why. Summing up the courage, vịt đực, drake took pen and paper in hand and scratched a few words upon the paper. All that was needed was a few words. Please come would be enough. No signature, no name, no place would be needed. She would the hand. She would know where to go. And she would come. Of this, vịt đực, drake was certain. The letter was sealed and delivered. Now vịt đực, drake waited.

It's amazing how moments seem to stretch out into a thousand when bạn wait in anticipation. How the giây never seem to end when bạn know not the moment of someone's arrival. Anxiety takes hold of bạn and makes constantly look over bạn shoulder, ahead, and from left to right. This was taking place with Drake. The endless waiting and not knowing was torture. Still, he sat there on the rocks, sometimes looking out to sea, other times looking for her. Then finally, in the distance he saw her. The outlines of her figure growing closer and closer was she walked toward him. Soon they faced each other. Neither could finds the words to start, for there were no right words with which to begin. What could she say? What explanation could she offer? Morwenna had no words of comfort for him. She looked at him then the sea, then back at him. It was all she could do.

"Why did ye do it?" vịt đực, drake finally asked Morwenna through chocked up tears. There they stood on the bờ biển, bãi biển gazing at one another. The new Mrs. Morwenna Witworth looked the young Carne and tried her best not to bust forth in tears. She had only been married a few days but in that time she had never known such misery. The waves around them broke in on the rocks and sand. Seagulls above them flew over the ocean. But alone, two figures stood gazing into each other's eyes. The look of sadness hanging over them both. "Why?" vịt đực, drake asked again.

Morwenna sighed, her chest vibrating as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Drake..." she breathed out.

"Why, Morwenna?" vịt đực, drake cut her off, the saddens in his voice becoming thêm notable with each word. "I thought bạn loved me. I thought bạn wanted to be with me. To start a home, a family. Why would bạn do this? It only ''twas six days past that ye looked me in the eye and told me that ye loved me. Was it all a lie? I can not believe..."

"Drake!" She cut him off, tears now beginning to fall freely down her cheeks. "They we're going to hang you. What else was I to do? Let bạn die..."

"It would've been better then seeing bạn wed someone bạn do not love!" He interjected. His tim, trái tim was breaking, she knew as well as see it. Hers to, was shattering into a million pieces, later to scattered upon the very sand on which they stood. "Do bạn tình yêu him?" He asked, his own tears leaving wet marks on his cheeks and neck.

"How can bạn say that?!" She protested in sudden sadness and shock. "Of course I do not tình yêu him. I never could. He's a monster! But I did what I had to do for you. I could not stand bởi and watch bạn be hung at the crossroads. My marriage to Mr. Witworth was done because I could not live with myself, even if I had never met Mr. Witworth, if I knew that bạn were not alive. My world, my life would be empty if I knew bạn were never in it. At least this way I know that bạn somewhere thinking of me from time to time..."

"From time to time?" vịt đực, drake asked in turn. "I think of ye all the time. ngày and night. Sleeping and waking. Sun and moon. Working hoặc dreaming. bạn are always in my thoughts. In my actions. And I can not live knowing that he gets to be with bạn when I cannot. When I can never be. It kills me to think that he will get lay with you, where I must sit from a distance knowing that your his in every human way. It rips at my soul to think that bạn will chịu, gấu him children. His children, when they should be my sons and daughters. Our sons and daughters." vịt đực, drake could no longer hold back the pain that gripped his heart. The wound was caused and could never be closed. "Tis bạn and I who should be sitting bởi the fireplace watching little ones play and grow. Now we'll never have that."

"Do bạn think that this easy for me?" Morwenna asked half in anger, half in sadness. "Because it's not. I want nothing thêm then to be yours. All yours. I want to give all I am too you, holding nothing back. I kills me every morning to wake and see him bởi my side instead of you. When I look at him, I feel like dying inside. I refuse to lay with him, because I know I'm my tim, trái tim it would be a lie to give him myself when I what I feel for him is only disgust and contempt. The very thought hoặc mention of his name makes me cringe." She looked away in an attempt to hide her growing cries. "Drake," she sighed looking at him again, her voice shaking and slow. The pain of her own broken tim, trái tim could be heard in all her words. "All I wanted was us to be together, but life never works out the way we plan. All I prayed for ngày and night was for a way to be with you, but God các câu trả lời all our prayers in His own way. And who are we to câu hỏi the answer? Now, I am forced to live with a man that I do not and could never love. But I don't think I will ever be able to walk along a beach, hoặc see another pond hoặc seashell without thinking about you. And it makes my tim, trái tim break." She looked at him now in the eyes. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to hold the oncoming flow is fresh ones. Taking a deep breath she turned to walk away.

"Wait!" vịt đực, drake called out reaching for her to stop her. He pulled to himself and kissed her. It was deep and passionate kiss. Morwenna, at first surprised, now kissed him in return, leaning and molding into his arms. They remained in this surreal moment., lingering in the Kiss they were sharing. He wanted to be hers, as she longed to be all his. They wanted to belong to each other. All alone in the world, just the two of them. Forever. vịt đực, drake finally pulled away from her lips. He was still her in arms. He looked at breathlessly before resting his forehead against hers. "Then be mine." He đã đưa ý kiến softly in her ear. "Be all mine Morwenna. And no one else's. Be mine."

Morwenna wrapped her arms around Drakes neck and smiled softly. She was the happiest she had been since her wedding. Was a guilty happiness? Surely not! She gave vịt đực, drake her tim, trái tim long ago. In truth it was his from the start. In that moment she knew that she was truly his. But sadly, she knew also that this moment would be short live. A moment, a stitch in time stolen here and there. Snatched moments and memories that would fade all to quickly. But she would be his. All his. And it would have been worth it. "I already am." She whispered softly in response. Again, vịt đực, drake took her his arms and kissed her. This time he was never letting her go...