Sarah's focus, affection, coquetry... to Michael Jude, it was all irrelevant.
He just went along with it, went along with her wanting to have meals together, went along with her wanting to shop together... went along with the sweet atmosphere she created between them, but from start to finish, only she was truly immersed.
Sometimes when he wasn't in the mood to go along, he'd find an excuse, and she wouldn't cling on persistently either.
Michael Jude felt this was fine; she wanted marriage, he was willing to give that, nothing more.
But what Sarah wanted was exactly what he couldn't give, yet she foolishly believed that he was just cold outside but warm inside, and if she continued being good to him, he would eventually respond positively one day.
As Sarah spoke, she wept, unconsciously hugging a pillow tightly against her heart, trying to ease the overwhelming pressure, a pressure that felt like it was going to make her heart fester at any moment.
