Bound By Blood Torn by love

he two of them drove to a cozy cafe built magnificently in a quiet corner of city. The arom

eath and began to speak. "Julie, I know I hurt you. I understand that I"ve no right to

"t, Den. It doesn"t matter now. We"re differ

a mistake, Julie. It was...it was a betrayal. I know that. I"m not

e both know what happened. We don"t need to go over it again. It

ight, of course. The past was a dangerous place, filled with pain and remorse. He didn"t want to readdress

ed. The last time you saw me, I was lost, confused, and hysterical. I didn"t know what I wanted, and I didn"t know how

uriosity in Julie"s eyes, but he could also see the reservations.

e same person I was before. I"ve had time to think, to grow and to learn from my miscalculations. I...I want t

looked up at him. "Den, you said that you"ve changed. But how can

ell her about the last night, about the foolish, impulsive passion that had bro

hing you want to hear, but but I can"t pretend that last night meant nothing to me. I

to start over."

re of surprise and confusion. "Den, what are you saying? Are you tryi

but feel that there is something between us, something that we have not relatively finished. perhaps it was just a mistake, a one night stand, but it

r of being hurt again. She had spent years trying to forget him, to move on, to rebuild her lif

that were as strong and inarguable as they had been years ago. But she was afraid, afr

a young woman approached their table. She was tall and beautiful, with long flowing golden hair and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed p

his body, her touch jealous and leaned in her lips brushing against his cheeks. "Den, da

his face filled with guilt and confusion. Julie, her heart s

h Julie." Den stammered, his v

like hard light, turned to Julie. "Who"s Julie? I"m

ought her all the way from home to this place begging only for a second chance only