Won’t you let me give you a hand, I have an extra I’m not using. Won’t you let me lighten your load, I mean after all your legs are shaking. And I can understand all I need is your hand. Oh won’t you take the fall, it is me after all.
“Run away with me.” His voice cut through the silence, a pleading note evident in the strangled way the words ran past his lips. A mixture of disbelief and confusion twisted its way into her expression. “What?” The whisper was barely audible as she finally forced herself to turn and face him. He caught her gaze, willing her to look at him, silently pleading for her to consider those four precious words. “We could run away, finally be together.” Before he had even finished his sentence she was shaking her head. Disappointment flooded him, because for him this meant a no, but for her it was an attempt to shake the temptation out of her head.