“I wasn’t running away.” With a touch of finality Henri mustered words he bore as true. “I wasn’t running away from you.”
Frankie’s heart ached for some sort of compensation, he knew this to be a foolishness but couldn’t let go of the notion. An apology is one thing, but something in a way of compensation is important to a man of sensitivities.
“How can I forgive you? You left me alone.” Frankie said, with a look of utter contempt. “What made you run away like that?”
“As I said, I wasn’t running from you. It almost felt as though I wasn’t really running away from something, but rather chasing something else,” said Henri. “I wasn’t running from you, but chasing me... and when I find myself I’ll know what to do... but for now this will have to do.”