Mildred
I wanted to go with him, I was drawn inexplicably to the idea, but I was bent on fighting whatever it was that made me want to go with him regardless.
Was I supposed to up and leave with him? Wasting the twenty two years that I had built on my own and with my own strength, I wasn't so stupid, I decided.
It didn't seems like he was lying, heck, he didn't seem like he was a person who would bring himself down to the degrading act of lying, he looked too dignified to do it.
There was a sense of stiffness around him, a commanding sense about him, though he never used whatever persuasion techniques or command to compel me to do his wishes, I could tell that he could but was only choosing not to.
A wayward part of me wished that he had tried everything he could to take me with him,
