âMaggie, are you okay? Why the tears? Tell me whatâs wrong,â he urged, his voice laced with concern that grazed her already sensitive emotions.
Without a word, Maggie lunged into his embrace, clinging to him as though trying to fuse with him.
âSanford, I.
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She yearned to confide everything, to let him steer their future.
Yet, the words wouldnât come.
The risk felt overwhelming.
Her strength was too frail.
Feeling the dampness on his collar, Sanfordâs anxiety spiked.
He tenderly lifted her face, his hands gentle as he wiped away her tears.
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âMaggie, donât cry.
Talk to me.
Whoâs hurt you?â
Anxiety etched Sanfordâs features as Maggieâs heart twisted in agony.
She shrugged away his grasp, struggling to stifle the ache within.
Eyes cast down, her voice came out subdued.
âI wasnât hurt.
On my way home, I watched a heartbreaking movie.
The lovers in it parted ways over certain tribulations.
It left me so sad that Iâ¦â
Sanford, taken aback, could hardly fathom that a film had moved her to tears.
Torn between amusement and concern, he chided gently, âOh, you dear, foolish girl! Why let such sorrow take hold? Fearful that we might end like the couple in the film?â
Maggieâs gaze fell, her silence speaking volumes of the sorrow her eyes could scarcely conceal.
With grave sincerity, Sanford declared, âMaggie, letâs get married tomorrow.
â
The proposal struck her like a bolt from the blue.
Tears brimmed in her eyes at the thought of marriage.
She longed with all her heart to become his wife by morning.
Yetâ¦
âNo,â she whispered, a crushing realization that this joy was not meant for her.
âMaggie, donât you wish to marry me?â Sanfordâs brow furrowed in concern.
Lowering her eyes again, shielding the sorrow within, she replied, âIâm not yet a graduate.
Marrying so soon doesnât feel right.
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