I caught up to her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. "Wait, please, let me explain," I pleaded, out of breath from the long chase mixed with anxiety. Her wide bright emerald eyes held a mixture of sadness and disbelief as she struggled against my grip. I looked over her face, she was enchantingly beautiful. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, and I couldn't help but notice how her freckles seemed to dance in the moonlight. "I never meant to hurt you, please just listen to me." I continued, my words barely above a whisper.
"Let me go," she demanded, her voice trembling as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Do you love her?” She asked and I shook my head.
“I don't love her, she's my mistress. She's been by my side for the past ten years. I care for
