Then she was crying in his arms, choking and gasping, tears running down her face as she clutched him. "Why?" she sobbed. "Why did you have to follow me? Didn't you realize? Now what are we going to do!" "Do? Do about what?" He couldn't tell whether she was crying from anger or fear-both, he thought. She stared up at him through strands of tangled hair. "Getting back! You have to have somebody to go to-somebody you care for. You're the only person I love at that end-or you were! How am I going to get back, if you're here? And how will you get back, if I'm here?" He stopped dead, fear and anger both forgotten, and his hands clamped tight on her wrists to stop her hitting him again. "That's why? That's why you wouldn't tell me? Because you love me? Jesus Christ!" He let go of her wrists and lay on top of her instead. He grabbed her face with both hands and tried to kiss her again.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Drums of Autumn ]
www.QuoteSweet.com