Edward walked in the garden with the hand of the girl he loved in his, his heart feeling as though a spoonful of honey had been poured over it.
Yet God would surely have to forgive his cowardice, for he did not dare turn his head to look at her at all. The young maiden was also very quiet, walking step by step beside him as if they could walk this way to the very end of the world.
Yet in reality.
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