scolded, torgar's first instinct was to bristle. who was this woman to ask anything of him? what did she know of love? but then again, what did he? any firmness to his shoulders swept away, leaving him empty enough to stare at the stranger and truly see her. had she offered nothing to him, he would have turned then.
but what he wanted was within reach. he must only describe his shame anew. to someone he did not know. he had been humiliated before leaving home, then slamming into this unknown orator. now she laid his heart bare. torgar bit the inside of his jaw.
there.
torgar did not widen his stance in assumption that she would fight him; the readiness stood in his eyes, hardened his shoulders.
but what he wanted was within reach. he must only describe his shame anew. to someone he did not know. he had been humiliated before leaving home, then slamming into this unknown orator. now she laid his heart bare. torgar bit the inside of his jaw.
jeg er forelsket i noen som ikke elsker meg tilbake, og som ikke kan elske meg. jeg dummet meg ut i kjærligheten, og nå må jeg dra bort en stund for å redde ansikt.
there.
torgar did not widen his stance in assumption that she would fight him; the readiness stood in his eyes, hardened his shoulders.
