She opened her mouth, but instead of her prepared yes, she ended up saying "Oh Paul, I love you too. And...oh, god. After yesterday, I...I don't know. It feels rushed. I need time to think it over."
She broke from his grasp and ran out to the park's entrance, involuntarily crying. You don't love him, she reminded herself. Whatever you feel is an echo, a shadow of what the real Sarah felt. Don't let it distract you from what you're trying to achieve.
She repeated this in her head until the crying had stopped and she felt like the man she had been before the magic medallion came into their life. Breathing deeply, she prepared to return to Paul, accept his ring, and then get the hell away from here. She couldn't stand being around Paul much longer, if this one morning was any indication.
She turned around and began walking to Paul, repeating her mantra of self-control all the way. She walked along he sidewalk, focused on this one thing, steeling herself for the act she was about to put on for Paul. She was so intently focused on this one thing that she neither saw nor heard the car behind her that was careening out of control and headed directly at her.
