Moonsong Glacier Snowdrops

He had hope- evidently, more than she had. Enough for them both, perhaps, though she could not summon her hopes to the pitching mound, even when the look in his face inspired her to try. 

Yet again, he toyed with her, flustering her with questions. Her cheeks boiled with heat. ”If you think so highly of me- then why will you not give us a chance?” She asked. ”We could both have what we want if only-“ She shook her head. ”Either you want me, or you do not.” She uttered. ”If you do, then I am yours. It would save you from seeing me with another, and I would be a good wife, I promise,” She felt as if she was begging- and wasn’t sure how she would fall if he turned her down now.