“I love you, Helen. My soul cries out for you. I need you.”
She shook her head, stepping out of his embrace. “No, John, you don’t love me. Once, maybe, but not anymore. No, don’t,” she murmured, holding her hands up to keep him back. “You know this. You know this to be true.”
His face went slack. “You’re serious.” She nodded. “But… No! You love me too.”
Exhaustion swept across her features. “I did. Once. Not any more. Please, leave me alone.” John tried to grab her, to make her stay, but she was quicker.
She’d finally escaped him.