There were many influences to determine love, and there were many combinations of love. Conor knew that Alexey only loved him as her son, and therefore it was impossible to reach out for more. He was greed, wanted to be greedy and draw more out from her, but if he went through with that then he would risk not only rejection, but also suffer the loss of her motherly love. Again; he was greedy. He needed her more than he had ever thought possible. The day was simply not the same if he had not been able to see her pretty face. The thing with love was that it could be as beautiful as it could be cruel. It could enchant one poor soul just to doom it to eternal misery because the love only went one way. His heart wanted to shatter right there and then, thinking about the large chance for rejection.
Anu was her name. He silently wondered if he should let out his surname, but was it honourable to try to hide who he really was? Was he really that pathetic? He had not committed the sins of his father’s, and therefore no one were allowed to judge him as a person. ”I am Conor Soul.” he gently replied, lilac gaze lifting to meet her gentle blue. He wished he could find a variation of her confidence within his self. She seemed so sure on the words she spoke. For Conor there seemed to be too many obstacles. He was afraid of rejection. Alexey had always been there for him and he could not, could not, could not risk losing her.”Do you want me to walk you to Coli’s house?” the young male now asked, eager to try to break out of the touchy topic. She should not fill his mind with useless hope.
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