[ Home. He releases her with one hand so he can turn and look around the familiar room with bewildered eyes. Everything is just as he remembered from that last day in Lumiere, when he'd dressed in his best suit and stared at himself in the mirror — that mirror, there by the door — for too long, trying to decide what he should do. What he should say.
But the room is brighter now than it was then, sunlight flooding through the open window along with a light, playful breeze that slips through the curls of his hair, lifting them from his forehead. He can smell flowers, grass, other green growing things; he can hear the lifted, laughing voices of children. Somewhere past all that, music drifts through the city, someone playing a harp, accompanied by a flute.
He looks back at Maelle, and everything he's feeling is shunted aside in a moment when he sees the way her eyes shine. I missed you, she'd said, and he doesn't know what that means, how any of this happened, but he's never been able to bear making her sad, even if she's smiling now.
Gently, he lifts his right hand to her face, thumb running over the delicate arch of her cheek as he studies her, his own eyes so full of feeling, sympathy and love and regret. ]
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But the room is brighter now than it was then, sunlight flooding through the open window along with a light, playful breeze that slips through the curls of his hair, lifting them from his forehead. He can smell flowers, grass, other green growing things; he can hear the lifted, laughing voices of children. Somewhere past all that, music drifts through the city, someone playing a harp, accompanied by a flute.
He looks back at Maelle, and everything he's feeling is shunted aside in a moment when he sees the way her eyes shine. I missed you, she'd said, and he doesn't know what that means, how any of this happened, but he's never been able to bear making her sad, even if she's smiling now.
Gently, he lifts his right hand to her face, thumb running over the delicate arch of her cheek as he studies her, his own eyes so full of feeling, sympathy and love and regret. ]
Maelle. I'm sorry I made you cry.