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Astor
Thirty minutes passed, then an hour. I sat on the deck, waiting for Nova to come back to me.
She won’t let me go without saying goodbye.
Would she?
I’d seen the sadness in her hazel eyes, the downward tilt of her pink lips. She didn’t want to say the words. Just as I didn’t want to tell her that I loved her, just before leaving her for good.
Who would ever understand that loving her meant leaving her alone?
But I knew myself, and I knew what I had to do. Nova had changed me, but only for a little while. Underneath the sadness at having to give Nova up, there lay an excitement for what waited for me at my office.
If I could change my ways for good, live the island life forever with her, then I would. But I knew I couldn’t do that. What would be the use of staying until we h
