Anann didn't know how much sense she was making. As it was difficult to include everything that happened that day. She worried that she might be giving him the wrong impression. She could feel the anger building in Heath as she told him a brief account of the events, even though she had yet to look up at him. Should she be angry? Of all the mixed emotions anger didn't seem to be one of them. She glanced over at him as he spoke. The look on his face was one she knew all too well.
Anann placed a honeyed hand against the dark backdrop of his arm. "Heath. Don't," she said softly. Whatever had happened, why ever he had left, Anann doubted Anatoliy would intentionally hurt her. "He's always been a gentleman.." Until that afternoon at least, but it still wasn't reason enough to let Heath harbor ill feelings towards him. Besides, the only action that had caused any harm at all was his leaving "If I didn't do anything wrong then why did he leave?" She gave a heavy sigh, "I really like him, Heath," she finally admitted. Why did it seem like such a dangerous thing to admit?
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