"Norton...I'm sorry. I have to decline"
He froze, eyes slightly widened from the respond
Did he expect too much?
"Patricia...? W-Wait!"
"No, Norton...I can't love anyone. I am cursed, it is simply impossible for me to be by someone else's side" Patricia continued to declined, turning away from the prospector
"But I held you, I covered you in my arms, and I'm fine! Nothing had happened to me! So what's wrong?"
" You don't understand...this curse...it's not simple..."
"What else is there I don't understand? Patricia, I..this curse, I don't care! I won't leave you even if it hurts me, I want to stay by your side" His voice grew more desperate and desperate, trying his best to cling onto her, hoping for only an agreement, a "Yes", or an "Alright". Any words, just please accept him...
"Norton..." She looked back at him, then away again
"I ca...I don't love you"
Oh how her words hurt him, all his life, he had been running away, running away from the darkness of the mine, away from all the wounds from the past, away from all the pain from losing the people he once called friends, the ones he cared about.
And now, when he met Patricia at this manor, he somewhat, decided to open up, like how Emma had always told him to, like how Tracy always encouraged him to. He wanted to, at least, move on from the pain that haunted him from the past, and meeting Patricia, gave him that hope of moving on.
But, the hope that he had regained, died from the words of the one who gave it to him.
Because she was just as difficult as him.
His eyes were dull, he could only look at her, desperate, but hopeless.
The same eyes he wore when he first arrived at the manor.
Norton approached her, a hand reached out to catch hers, but he didn't pull back. The enchantress looked back at him from the sudden grip, unable to step any further. She saw him with his head lowered, staring at the ground, so sorrowfully.
Like her
What else could she do?
She only wanted him to stay away, and live with someone else who won't give him danger.
With a cursed blooded person like her, what else could she do?
"Please..." The man started, slowly moving towards her, and touched her head with his
"Patricia..." She couldn't say a word, only a stare, at him, letting him rested on her.
"Please, let me love you..."