![]() Your expression deepened as you prepared to argue back. I just think you… don’t really know what you’re saying. “You do not believe me?” Your tone wandered between uncertainty and offense “Do you think I’m lying to you?”Ī sigh rang through the empty hollows of his mask: “No, you’re not lying to me. ![]() Your brows had furrowed as you pointed your gaze into the depths of his soul. ![]() “No, you don’t …” His voice was gentle, as if he were explaining something important to a little child. He would have liked to believe you, with all his heart, he would have asked for nothing more than to be loved by you. Still, even though you were tailor-made for him, he wasn’t tailor-made for you. This was you, what he needed when the weight was too much to carry, when he found himself snorting one too many times, when he felt like crying. You had offered him a sunflower, a huge yellow flower that shone like the sun in the midst of his misfortunes, and his black day had grown better. Somehow, he had thought that from the first day he met you, by mistake, on a black day. You weren’t perfect, but you were tailor-made for him. Those words had slipped off your lips with one of the most beautiful smiles Sal had ever seen. ![]()
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