The name sounded different in his mouth when spoken to her;
it became not the name with which he had been so long obsessed,
but a word that described only her,
a word that smelled like lilacs,
that captured the blue of her eyes and the length of her eyelashes.
it became not the name with which he had been so long obsessed,
but a word that described only her,
a word that smelled like lilacs,
that captured the blue of her eyes and the length of her eyelashes.
—J.G.
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