Dragoncrest Cliffs chanson

She didn't need to do that. He hovered between the urge to insist that and the urge to dissolve into tears. The second was going to win out. Ashlar had already been on the verge of it before but now there was no stopping the flood, as much as he might try. She wasn't the reason he was so upset. He hoped she knew that, even though he couldn't put the real reason to words. They didn't exist.

O-okay. I'll come. I promise. She didn't need his promises but he would give it anyway and that would mean he couldn't let anything stop him. The words were for his own benefit and because he knew they were right.

He wasn't ashamed of crying in front of her, but he was ashamed of the way he was leaving. He felt the guilt sitting on his back, pressing the breath from his lungs, setting an ache in his stomach. With one last tearful dip of his head he turned and left, carrying at least the knowledge that he'd have another chance. This wasn't goodbye forever.