“So you broke your promise?” she said, a little puzzled.
“I couldn't help from coming,” he said in regret tinged with hope, “I came in spite of myself.”
“What for?” she responded involuntarily, looking up.
“To live,” he said lovingly as his love-filled heart pumped in every ounce of affection he nursed in it into his vocal cords for him to touch the right chord.
“I don't get you,” she said, touched as she was by his emotion.
“I'm in love with you,” he said, as she lowered her eyes.
She was shocked to hear what she already knew.
“I'm desperate for you,” he continued. “I'm dying to make you my wife. I shall cherish you with all my heart, all my life.”
She looked at him in bewilderment.
“Believe me,” he said.
“What's this!” she said in vexation. “Is it fair to impose yourself like this?”
“I couldn't help it,” he continued as if in a trance. “My life depends on your decision.”
“Don't be mad.”
“I've become insane really,” he said in desperation.
Unable to confound her situation, as she left the place in confusion, he sank to his knees in dejection.
"Oh God, why this fate?‟ he bemoaned. "Why did I allow myself to demean my love? And scandalize her, whom I love! I've lost my head too. It's unfair of me to have pressured her with my sentiment. What's worse, I've lost my face. It's a shame.‟
As though his remorse consumed his soul, he lay like a corpse on the lawn.