Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew that if he stopped and turned now, if he called to her, she would run to him. She would have no choice. Newt did stop. He did turn. He did call. "Catharine," he called. She ran to him, put her arms around him, could not speak.
I enjoyed the short story"A Walk to Forever."Athough I am still not sure whether professing your love to someone a month before their wedding is romantic or madness....maybe both. I still thought the story was tender and sweet.
