Emberwood When our world was just the two of us

Maybe he should have said something more. Apologized. The tightness in his throat kept any words he might have spoken locked tightly away. Instead he watched the trees for several long moments.

Then his gaze turned back toward Etienne, whether the man was retreating already or not. He wouldn't ask him to stay. Instead Tybault would watch him leave, as he'd watched everyone else leave time and again. And if his eyes shone with tears he would never let himself shed, at least no one would be around to question him about it.

This was how things always went. He wasn't sure why he still tried.