"Sort of like being a widow," Declan agrees. "But she's strong. I think she'll be fine, plus, she's got her children to worry about. That sort of thing can steel a person into action when normally they'd be consumed by grief."
Declan falls quiet before he speaks again, hand still stroking lightly through her hair. "I wish I could promise I would never leave you but I can't. The island's fickle. What I can promise is that I won't leave you willingly. We'll always try to talk things out and if we split, it's not going to come as shock in the middle of the night."
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Date: 2012-02-14 11:06 am (UTC)Declan falls quiet before he speaks again, hand still stroking lightly through her hair. "I wish I could promise I would never leave you but I can't. The island's fickle. What I can promise is that I won't leave you willingly. We'll always try to talk things out and if we split, it's not going to come as shock in the middle of the night."