No. She dissected me with her eyes..
Scanning all my imperfections. She knew all about them without me ever telling her. Even if I wanted to I couldn't; for my breath was still in my lungs, trying to escape my ribcage yet embracing the moment fearing it might not come again.
I was not aware of anything except the silhouette surrounding her gazing face.
Everything around was a shade of grey. Everything around was disappointed in me as all the attention I gave at that moment was focused at her.
They were jealous. All the objects and all the people..
They were jealous of me and her.
Her eyes were not moving at all. The muscle that held her eyes was very powerful that I felt its presence. As if a tentacle grew out of that cave and grabbed my soul.
But I feel alive. God do I feel alive!
And on that moment, I am perfectly ready to fade away and die..
Image from Hannibal series
