Some relief unclenches in his chest, some ragged unexpected small blessing in disguise. He thought he’d have to introduce himself. Start all over from scratch in an attempt to convince her.
Knowing his luck, he probably still has to convince her. But at least one step’s down already —
“Hi,” Stephen says, looking at Gwenaëlle’s face, drinking it in, and this stranger looks at her with a kind of raw desperation and fondness which is uncomfortable to see in its intensity. Like a drowning man finally encountering land and solid ground beneath his feet. Finally reaching her door, at last, which is further than he’s ever gotten before.
“You know me. Do you know me? Who I am?”
Please, says the thing he isn’t saying. His eyes glint, watery.
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Knowing his luck, he probably still has to convince her. But at least one step’s down already —
“Hi,” Stephen says, looking at Gwenaëlle’s face, drinking it in, and this stranger looks at her with a kind of raw desperation and fondness which is uncomfortable to see in its intensity. Like a drowning man finally encountering land and solid ground beneath his feet. Finally reaching her door, at last, which is further than he’s ever gotten before.
“You know me. Do you know me? Who I am?”
Please, says the thing he isn’t saying. His eyes glint, watery.