Meanwhile, her spurned companion stalked the coastline, tracking their hoove prints by moonlight. His thighs ached from miles of walking. The bottoms of his feet were caked with sand. Nevertheless, he pressed on.
Agonizing thoughts raced through his mind. The scenarios grew increasingly painful.
Where had he taken her? Had she gone willingly? No, that was not possible. She must be terrified. Oh God, I hope she is still alive.
At last he spotted the torch light, and the horse. She could not be far! Wind filled his lungs as he sprinted up the staircase, desperate to deliver her from danger.
This is just to say, you have good taste in music. Judging by The Good Left Undone 😛
I know how he felt! My thighs were sore after I walked through deep sand.. Leah K.
@libbycatherine – Thank you! You must have good taste too. ; )