Wait! Could he be… Thomas?
She hadn't described him well enough for me to know his face, but I felt the tension thick in the air. The silent pause, the heavy stare, but only one thing was missing from the red-haired, pale man and dark-haired Matilda, was a smile.
Time seemed to stop for them. I found myself becoming painfully observant.
It felt like a scene from a play. They were clearly from different classes, yet the love between them lingered. I saw his eyes wander over her before snapping back to her face. His lips parted, his hand raising mid-air as if he wanted to reach out and touch her.
"Mati…" I tried to whisper, turning toward her, but she stood frozen in shock.
If I had heard her story correctly, they hadn't seen each other for years. They had parted because their lives were too different, but this moment proved the spark remained.
